A recollection from the early years, around age 12:
She weaved her way through the dark corridors of the mansion, or at least they called it a mansion. The house was more like a castle to her still, and at night was the only time she was allowed to wander unchecked by the Lord of the house and Lady. She was kept here only in sympathy, two years ago her mother had died of a sickness. She had started to take the curves of a woman, and already had experienced her first bleeding.. Her cheeks still flushed deep, even at this moment as she thought of it. The women had laughed at her, she thought she would die from it.. Such a mess, a nasty habit. Her strawberry curls and fair-skin set her apart from everyone in the house, even those who worked within… but now her thoughts were drifting, trailing around to various things and that was when she rounded the corner into a House Guard.
He was the most scary man she had ever met, and it was not because of how he looked. The man was taller than she, over six feet at the very least and had the prettiest golden curls which her kept cropped short.. Broad and muscled, quite a fetching man until he opened his mouth to speak. His words were always dripping with venom, sweetness was a double edged blade like the sword at his hip or dagger in the boot. “Well, well, what have we here..,” Carim spoke as he tugged, then curled a loose, long curl of my strange hair about his finger.
As I cringed and went to pull away from the older, much at that, man he pressed me into the wall though he had to pick me up in order to ensure his mouth could take mine. It frightened me so, one day I just knew he would take it further and I would not escape with my maidenhood intact, this was not that day. As she beat hopelessly smacked against the shining plate the man wore came another, lesser household servant. “Oh, Knight, put the child down. You know who her father is,” chided the old valet on his way to his quarters, waiting for this to be complied with.
“Indeed, old man, but that makes this so much more fun! A bastard daughter to play with!” The Knight exclaimed, a haughty laughter escaping him before letting the young, redheaded girl fall. And nearly as quickly as she fell she rose, tears running to stain her cheeks. Wide green eyes blazed with fury as they glared at the handsome man for only an instant and she retreated the way she had came. Bare feet soft on the carpeted hall floor, strawberry curls bouncing to her waist and alarming against the stark white of her night chemise.