My heart sang every morning when I woke up. The sun rose to greet the new day and the only people up were me and my two brothers, Clement and Dominick. "Claudia, aren't we going to the horse stables or not." My brother motivated me to come out and go ride. My brother Clement, is the eldest son and is also funny like my Uncle Jehan is when he came to visit. My older brother also knew what was right for me and made I went on the right path. I, Claudia, was the second and the only daughter of the family. Basically, I'm a daddy's girl being his blossom and all. Blossom, is also a nickname that my father gave me when I was a newborn. Me and my father both have a lot in common which means we have a very strong bond and a nice relationship. Being the only girl in the family did have it's advantages, but my brothers did have some advantages as well. Finally there is my younger brother, Dominick. He always was someone who was curious about everything. Dominick's best trick we liked was when he always took our father's hat and ran all around the palace claiming that he was the judge. Me and Clement would always laugh and had to chase our little brother down before father showed up himself. It always ended with father saying with a grin on his face, "You will soon fit into it my boy, It will just take some time."
We were all three peas in a pod all powered by justice. On nice days, it was a sibling custom to ride our horses out in the open fields behind our home early in the mornings or in the twilight when the sun starts to set. The grass was green and the sky was blue with the sun shining across the horizon, greeting a new day to the three of us. My horse, Flicka, is black as the darkest night, just like my father's horse and, is sleek like him too. She always knew the best tricks and always tried her best. Horse riding was my life and it always has been. There was always the sound of galloping hooves across the meadow each morning and it always brought music to my ears.
My parents did lots to keep us happy so we always give back as a way of saying Thank you very much for everything. When my parents were very proud of us the night before, My brothers and I always did something special before we left for school, or before breakfast was even served or made like a gift for example. Being in a rich household means that we have a palace-like mansion and a few maids and servants. Our home is full of medieval designs including a courtroom near the front door. There are many chambers in our home and they are always very beautiful. There were also paintings of my father that always inspired me to do better with sword fighting or horse riding. It always felt like he was talking to me through that particular painting, telling me to do better at that subject and make things better for my family if they were in distress.
I loved my family, and I knew that they loved me. I was born to fight and make things right by making it a life of justice for me and my friends and family. I was proud for who I am even father told me that at times. I never wanted to be anyone else but me.