A beautiful girl beaten and bruised, and the story of the man who saves her, A mean man who thinks he owns her, and the cheating to get her monies left to her.
PART 1. The Beginning.
It was a very cold dark night, when a young girl known as Daphne decided she was going to make a dash from the man who had beaten her every day of her life for the last 10 years of her life.
She was one of plenty who lived in this huge run down old rambling castle.
Every boy and girl who lived there was placed into the hands of a George Aspen, he was given monies from the courts of the town and surrounding towns of Aster ville, a beautiful place that has shops that will give you a surprise at every turn.
Aster ville was surrounded by hills that the locals loved to hold picnic days, and fishing days, that was held on the water that meandered itself into nooks and crannies. On the hills stood a deep forest, and a beautiful mansion that overlooked the valley.
Many father and sons would try to outdo each other, fishing competitions were held each year, and a feast was put on by none other than Mr George Aspen.
Daphne's parents Grant and Delvine De Muir, had a beautiful smaller castle on a hill not far from town, their children, Daphne, their 1st born was a wonderful to them, then they had another daughter, Grace, her parents absolutely adored her, she was a good baby and they had built in baby sitters with the staff that were there to look after her, and so Daphne was left to her own devices.
Things were going along fine until a third girl Rosyln came into the household, Mr De Muir was not a happy man, he had wanted to have a son who could carry on his name, and the relationship between husband and wife started to deteriorate, as Delvine De Muir felt as if she couldn't do anything right.
This was how life went on over the next few years.
Hands held me to the ground. Multiple pairs of hands. Multiple faces. A grinning wolf. A razor sharp smile. Bloody lips. I felt their hands claw over my body like they were digging into my flesh. Nails scraped at my skin, knuckles pressed into my flesh. They were tearing me apart. Their fingers gnawed at me, wanting to devour me whole. Wanting to take a piece of me as they leaned over from above. I watched them push and shove each other, grabbing my leg, an arm, my hair. I thrashed beneath them, screaming, but like always my voice was non-existent.
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Princess Serri Bayor, did not expect to find herself wondering through the wild forest of Miran alone at night. After escaping the confines of the palace, the last thought on her mind was death. But now as she ventured further into the unknown territory, she wondered what sort of death she would face.
All her life she had been warn of what laid in this lush forest. What these towering trees have seen and witnessed beneath their bowing canopies. Suddenly marrying that hairy pig of a man seemed less disgusting. She wondered if turning back would be too late. Would her father kill her upon her arrival or would something else take her life and send her head back on a spike?
Follow along as Princess Serri ventures off into a teaming forest filled with hungry killers, tempting eyes and twisted fates.
Be forewarned though. This is no fairytale of a story.