A.R.R.O.W
Prologue
There was a time, long ago, when I loved my sisters. There may have even been a time when they once loved me. But as we grew older, that all changed. It had to, given that we were from different birthmothers. Worse: I am the daughter of the woman whom they hated most, the woman who took their mother's place as the wife of my father, David of Biddle.
When I was born, my father forgot about my five elder sisters and my one elder brother: Adelaide, Marie, Stella, Angel, Grace, and Seth. Instead, he diverted all of his attention to me. At first, my sisters loved me for my sweetness; or so my brother says. However, as I grew older, they turned bitter upon seeing that I would become fairer than they. Only Seth understood me. He knew I hated my beauty and my birthmother, but he did not judge me. We spent all our lives in each other's company until, one day, the slave traders arrived.