"I never thought I would have someone sit on the throne beside me." Dante spoke, a slight echo repeated his words back to him.
Charlotte's attention turned back to the King. She had forced herself to look behind her, to where he stood.
"I've been...
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April 21, 2702, 11:52:17.
Charlotte Adams was born into the third caste, she had been taught that even as a young child, the caste she was in meant nothing.
The child was brought into the world with a loud cry, gasps leaving her mothers lips as the child was held in the hands of a midwife. She was born in the family home within Achelous.
The first thing that was noticeable about the child, were the striking emerald colored eyes that were framed by long eyelashes, a defining feature that would follow her throughout her life.
Her childhood was defined by the confident girl she had been. She roamed the streets of Achelous with her mother often, greeting the people that walked through the cobblestone streets with a bright smile.
Charlotte was a happy child, the memories of her mother and father dancing around the kitchen, the young girl darting between their legs as laughter escaped her lips.
That was, until she had come home one day from school, the blonde eleven year old opening the door, calling out to her parents, only to be met by silence. Her heart thudded nervously in her chest as she entered the home, her voice calling out to her parents again.
Soft thuds hit the ground as she walked further into the home, before seeing the blood that had been stained on the kitchen floor. The striking emerald colored eyes filled with tears. Venturing further, a sob escaping her lips as soon as she saw the bodies of her parents that had been alive that morning.
The next days were filled with questioning by police men from Alastor, trying to find the person who had killed her only family, until the investigation suddenly disappeared, and she had everything taken from her. Her childhood home, the money her parents had put away for her, the clothes that were held within her bedroom.
She had nothing left, no answers, no parents, no family.
Charlotte had been demoted into the fourth caste after her home had been taken, the lost and confused eleven year old not exactly sure what to do. She couldn't afford school, food, or even a place to stay.
What confused her the most however, was the question; why were her parents murdered?
She turned to begging on the streets, the young girl attracting heaps of attention, but little to no gold coins that would allow for her to find something to eat. She had come to the conclusion that she would be on the streets of Achelous until she was arrested, and taken to Chaos to live out the rest of her days, until a young boy her age had noticed the dirty, blonde girl who was slumped against a broken fence. The young girl quickly learned that the caste she had been put in meant everything.
Most women in the fourth caste would become maids, working within first caste, or second caste homes, just for food and shelter, without realizing the dangers of the homes they would be employed within.
Mason Rifkin, a name that would stick in her mind as long as she would live.
At first, living and working within the Rifkin home was what she had expected, cleaning each room daily, running errands for Mrs. Rifkin, and making meals for the family that had so graciously offered her a job and shelter.
After a few months however, the dynamic within the home had started to change. It was no longer quiet days filled with the young girl working around the home. The occasional insult would be thrown her way, the sting of the words fading over time, she had adapted, she always believed she would.
Years had passed without another incident, the young girl turning into a beautiful teenager, who had caught looks from males her age, who knew they were not paired with the blonde girl. Charlotte still worked within the same household, her chores becoming lengthy and meticulous.
The family however had much changed. Mr. and Mrs. Rafkin had become malicious with their insults, and over time, the words didn't diminish her any longer.
Their blows had once consisted of words, Charlotte had never expected the fists.
Her days dragged on, her protests to the beatings growing quieter as the days bled into months, and the months turned to years. She had been convicted that she would never be able to leave the Rafkin home, her time dedicated to avoiding the family- especially Mason, who had become infatuated with her as they both grew older.
The girl had grown into a beautiful young woman, her silky blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her never changing emerald eyes stayed the same. She stood around 5'4, her slim and petite figure was covered by slightly golden hued skin, light freckles dancing over her cheeks. White scars littered her body from the beatings, greatly contrasting the sun-kissed flesh she had been born with.
However, much had changed about Charlotte. She was no longer the confident young girl that she had once been, instead, she had turned in on herself, never sure when the next beating would come, or Masons next visit to her room in the middle of the night.
She was convinced that she would never be be safe in the Kingdom of Zeus, not when the Alastor police had dismissed the investigation into her parents death.
Once her twentieth birthday had passed, the spring bleeding into summer, and the summer dying within fall, her heart would continue to sink. The days getting strenuous, her work becoming rigid, Charlotte had no choice but to follow the orders of the family that had given her work.
If she had realized working within the Rifkin household, would have resulted in this, the light being taken from behind her bright emerald eyes, Charlotte was sure she would rather be deported to Chaos, the province where no one left the sector that was held in the middle of their world.
Every part of her that was once there nine years ago, had disappeared into darkness.
