Miranda is a character made by me (yay). Her description is revealed in chapter 2. This chapter's a stub, but you're just going to have to deal with that. It's just a little into.
PS: The perspective of each chapter changes frequently! Try to keep up. It's a little confusing at first, but it gets easier throughout the story. I got this idea from my favorite book, My Sister's Keeper. Read it if you haven't yet. It's amazing.
Miranda
"Good morning, father," I said politely, nodding my head towards Maya King, Zipakna.
"Good morning, Andromeda," he returned with a sincere smile. Father has always been a good man: strong, fearless, and moral. He was fit the definition to the word "king" to a tee. He was very handsome too. He had a small beard, not quite a goatee, and beautiful black hair. His eyes were an unusual shade of hazel. He wore a long, thick loin cloth with the dazzling colors of the sun. Sometimes, he would even wear an orange, lightweight robe over his shoulders on brutally hot days to keep him from getting burned.
My mother was lucky to have him as a husband, although she didn't really have a choice. Our culture in Guatemala used to be very strict when it came to marriage. Your parents planned who you married. No complaints, end of story. Our family's reason for this was to keep our family strong and above everyone else. It's sad to say, but the people with the most money, have the most power. You can deny it, but it's mostly true.
We also didn't live very long back then. You were either murdered, killed by untreatable disease, or just plain die of an old age; which was around the age of forty back then, fifty if you were lucky. So, we had to marry early. On my sixteenth birthday, I would be married, to keep our family strong, no doubt to some rich stretch I've never heard of in my life. But tradition is tradition. A tradition, in fact, that has been passed down in my family for as long as anyone can think to remember. Breaking it then would just be absurd.
I was such a fool back then.