Who are you ?

I tied my hair in a messy bun and asked the maids out. I am angry with the world. I live in Thiqua. It is the place where the royal and rich people enjoy everything and the poor are left to die. I enjoy almost every luxury but my maids don't even have decent meals. I would have given them food and money if they weren't so afraid of my parents. My mother and father are the epitome of evil. My father may look like a brute but he is far smarter than most men. He is fairly large and muscular but has the mind of a scribe. Mother on the other hand looks as innocent as a kitten but turns to a loin when you least expect it. I have learnt the hard way that she is the worst in the duo. Laven Renderave is my father and Melanie Renderave is my mother.

I left my room with uncertainty. I hardly leave my room except to water my flowers. I am twenty and a ball will be held two months from now for my parents to choose a husband for me. I am frightened to think of how I would be treated like an object. I could never let that happen. I plan to runaway soon. I will never marry a man I do not love .

I was a bit anxious but on the other hand I am always anxious so I ignored the feeling. I went to my deco spot. It is a small enclosed space with a little enchanted lake, hammocks and all of my favorite flowers. I planted them myself and I water and groom them very often. A little rabbit hurried past me and I looked up and stopped instantly when I saw a man admiring the flowers (my flowers I thought). He turned almost as suddenly as I stopped and I got filled with a tingling sense for a moment but it left just as it had came. He was a sight to see. His platinum hair fell in waves right to his shoulder and he had blue eyes so dark I thought it was black for a moment. His skin looked milky and pure that I was sure that there was not a blemish on his body. "Who are you ?" I heard him ask in a rich and soothing voice. I cleared my throat awkwardly and said " I should be asking you that, you are in my garden" I said in a matter of fact tone.

He chuckled lightly it was a rich sound. "I am who I want to be" he responded and walked calmly toward me.

I would not back down from a fight.