;;Third Person Point Of View;;
"Thank you! That'll be all!" a feminine voice called as the movers nodded packing up and heading for their truck.
"Feel free to contact us again ma'am." he spoke gruffly with a cheery smile. "Welcome to Forks, Miss Rowena."
"Thank you for the warm welcome, Mr. Bellgrand." a woman with long curly dark hair smiled happily, her blue eyes lighting up the old man's equally happy mood.
"Bye now, you be safe!" he called.
"I will."
The woman, Rowena Envensson, stood with hands in the back pockets of her jeans as she looked up at her home. When it was finally completed, her house blended well with the forestry around. It made her smile as she looked at the four-story building with a garage attached and a little storage shed not too far.
She turned, picking up a box and walking toward the house. Entering the house, she stood in what she liked to call the foyer, a little room for guests to stay as they awaited for the master of the house to appear, or in this case, mistress.
Rowena whistled as she spent the hours of the day opening boxes, her furniture had been brought in finally, and all that was left was unpacking. The living room was first, she went with dark oak wood shelving to match the bright white walls. Her couches were deep sea green colors as well with a dark oak in-table. She liked her colors to be natural.
Her kitchen was the same, oak wood counters with white walls, and dark cabinets. The table on the other hand was a large oval shaped wine red mahogany wood with matching chairs, this was heirlooms of her grandmothers on her paternal side of the family.
But what was most magnificent of her home, was the large oak tree which grew in the middle of her home, what she had built around. It's grand branches traveled all around her home, and maintained itself up and out of the building to an upstairs glass greenhouse with a controlled open window machine.
One of the most natural of living things in her home. She had many animals visit her, animals she thought she would never be near again. Rowena's smile disappeared as she looked out the window by her kitchen. The forest was a beautiful place, but the feeling of longing did pass her mind.
A longing for her one and only. Her Rebekah. She could remember how they ran together in the forests of old, chasing each other, laughing. Loving. Living.
Rowena shook herself, returning to reality as she made her way to one of the many rooms she had in the home. Why did she have a four-story home with a glass greenhouse on top? It was her dream home.
Entering a room with brand-new sound-proofing, the corners of her lips raised. She had a fortune backing her lifestyle, a fortune gifted to her from both her parents' parents. She could live life however she wished Live a life to the fullest, and her grandparents allowed her the chance for it.
She escaped from the coven's and her own mother's clutches with the aid of her Grandmother on her maternal side. Releasing both her and her brothers cages to be free. It broke her heart to never see her Grandmother once she passed away.
Her brother, on the other hand, had finally married. A vampire of all things. It surprised her, but made her thankful for him to find someone so cherishing. Rowena lifted a photo from a box in the studio room.
It was a picture of two dark haired teenagers, both with violet eyes, and both full of smiles standing next to a little old woman with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Alfred Envensson. Her older brother.
Lady Rowena Malfinus. Her Grandmother.
Dear family.
"Thank you both. I miss you both." she spoke quietly as she lightly kissed the picture before placing it back in the box. She was no longer the witch daughter of her mother, but a woman who just moved to Forks, Washington with the intent of living her life to fullest, and the freest.