The years had taught her many things. AvaLyn Rose had been a child without
an identity. Her youth had been spent in isolation from the world she hungered
for. She saw her sister grow and be the princess of the Trianthem, wearing
the pin of royalty, while she was raised only as a silent and hidden guard
for the safety of the princess, unadorned.
so much that it was a bad existence, she had been well loved by her grandmother,
but there was something within her that hungered, always empty.
hadn't been much different. She grew into her role, and considered herself
little more than an extension. She lived to protect. Due to her efforts
alone on several occasions, the lady of the Roses lived to breathe and
marry and love and bear children and rule, while she herself had a barren
womb, no one to touch her brow or comfort her fears.
had become so expected, that even the shadow creatures made up of them,
were hardly noticed now in her daily walk. As she had grown into a woman,
her eyes had been opened. Still, much evaded her. She still had only known
briefly the touch of another, and always that touch resulted in deepening
the chasm of her soul's emptiness.
now she was certain she was dead inside. Duty no longer pulled her. Birthright
was a phantom. Love was a word she had no understanding of now... and pleasure
brought only pain. . .