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The candle light flickered lightly from the little air flow coming from the window. Angella looked in the mirror, heavily sighing at her own reflection. The mirror reflected a petite framed young lady, with lightly curly brunette hair flowing over her shoulders. Her skin was fair, showing that she apparently was from a blue-blooded family. Her face was purely beautiful, having the perfect proportions.
But none of this did Angella see in her eyes. All she saw were her downright perfect faults, which were had found fertile soil in her and were carefully watered by her brute father and the lack of love from other of her family members. She saw only a scared, revenge seeking girl in a worn, dirty brown woolen gown. Where is the noblesse I am supposed to be? If life was different, if she wouldn’t be from Drakosh family every young gentleman would’ve seek a chance to escort her, to touch her tender palm and crave to propose to her. But that wasn’t what happened to her.

I am the only child, I am supposed to be nurtured, cared for or even spoiled, but I must pray for not being beaten senseless every night. Other young girls of her rank were treated kindly by her families, they were wearing wonderful clothes and the gentlemen adored them. But Angella didn’t even look like the other nobleman daughters. No, it wasn’t the fault of her beauty; it was the fault of her clothes. She looked like an offspring from the rank of bondage farmers. The other noblemen daughters wore satin, velvet or fine wool gowns, decorated with fine Venetian laces. That was what Angella could only dream off...
Even if someone knew she was from the aristocracy, no one wanted to have anything to do with her because the Drakosh family had a very bad reputation for the reason that her father, Vlad Drakosh, was a violent, hot-blooded man whose bad characteristics were refined by his excessive alcohol consummation.

The entrance door was shut loudly, and Angella felt fear running again in her veins. He’s back...why didn’t he stay at the pub? I was hoping that tonight he’d stay there...
The steps of her father echoed in the hallway and now there was only one thing to do for her. Run. As fast as she could. She sneaked out of her room and ran to the door at the end of the hallway. She was at the door leading out to the garden, as she realized that her father was already at the other end of the hallway. No matter how drunk this six-feet-tall man was he could run as fast as a fox.
‘’Angella! Come here you bitch!!!!’’ he yelled, making her blood freeze for a second. But she regained composure and opened the door in front of her, running down the steps to the garden.

She run so fast that she couldn’t hear his steps she didn’t also hear another sound. A Bordeaux velvet gown swished on the broken branches, then suddenly a creature with superhuman powers pushed Vlad down to the ground. After a few seconds and one bite, he was gone.

Exhausted by the fear and endless running Angella sat down behind a big old tree. I can’t hear him anymore. I guess he lost track of me.
She twitched as a white owl swiftly flew next to her. The owl sat down on a branch above Angella. It is only an owl. No need to fear a harmless animal.
She drifted off to sleep, feeling serene for the first time since her mother passed away.

She woke up in the bright sunlight. Though she felt that she wasn’t alone. There was someone who hummed a song, so familiar to her. The song her mother used to comfort her or to lull to sleep. She followed the path of the sound, and saw a teenage boy. He was picking some flowers and his back was turned to her.

“Are you going to stay behind that tree all day?”
She was really stunned. She had thought she’d done well in hiding her presence, but in fact she had failed miserable because the boy was speaking to her.
“Don’t be afraid I won’t hurt you, actually I was waiting for you to wake up” he said without turning to her. “I thought you never wake up.”

Right there he turned to her and smiled. Angella was scared, she hid again behind the tree and didn’t say anything. He frowned when he saw her reaction but then he said “Hey my name is Rico and I live near here. What’s your name?”
But Angella didn’t reply. She was too scared. Then he said, with a harsher tone in his voice “You know what, you are trespassing private property and you can be arrested if you do not tell me how you found yourself here?”
“Please don’t my name is Angella I am the daughter of…’’she hesitated saying who she belong to because she did not want to return to her madman father.

Rico saw her hesitation and he really didn’t need any explanation because his Madam had told him to fetch for the girl when she wakes up. And he did what he was told, he never complained or dared to ask because he knew better –never question the orders of his Madam.
“So Angella are you hungry? I have to get back home and start breakfast. You are welcome, too...’’ he smiled at her again, and his voice had a friendly tone again.
“Well …yes but I do not want to intrude, are you sure I would not intrude in any way?” she asked, hesitantly.
“No, child you wouldn’t.” At this Angella just had to smirk because he’s so young, younger than her had called her a child when in truth, he was the child. She didn’t dare to challenge him, though. Maybe he could help me to get away from the Drakosh family?

Angella found herself mystified and somehow, without any hesitation she followed him. Maybe because she was hungry or maybe the sense of adventure for something new, everything else except to go back to her horrid past life was making this easy for her.

Angella was gazing over the house, trying to take in every detail of it, even the tile roof. That could be my home for a while... if the mysterious Madam approves my stay...I hope she does... I am not returning to the Drakosh estate anyways.

The house where she hoped to stay at least for a while wasn’t a house in truth. It was a grand castle, but still secluded from prying eyes. I couldn’t see it from the forest. But it’s a beautiful castle. I always wished to live in one like that.

She sighed dreamily as she thought how different her life could’ve been. What she didn’t know was that a completely different life had started for her right at the moment when she stepped over the doorstep of the castle.