Deadly Chess Game

The Prologue

I am the daughter of Alan and Bevon Snow, making me Duchess of Somerset England. I was born December 15th, 1583. It was a bone-chilling cold night all throughout the country and as silent as a feather falling from the sky. My mother oversees how this place operates, and that includes me. She is a sweet person and never goes against what Papa says. However, with that said, she is very demanding and very strict. Papa oversees the business end of things, which includes a small dowry for my husband, that they choose, and when they choose. My mother married my father when she was 19, and their marriage was an arranged one. Her for wealth and him for an heir. As of now I’m seventeen and have no siblings. Papa says when the time is right, God will grant them with a son, but as for now, he is happy to have me. I asked my mother why she doesn’t try for a son. She said that after trying for so long, she figured it wasn’t meant to be, and Papa could make anyone of his bastards his heir. I look at my reflection in the mirror and honestly wonder if my parents took me in for someone who couldn’t or wouldn’t keep me for, I look nothing like them. Mama has blonde hair brown eyes and slightly pale skin. Papa has black hair, brown eyes, and slightly tan looking skin. Yet I have fiery red hair, piercing blue/gray eyes that look like glass and skin so pale it looks like it was kissed by the moon.