For as long as I could remember...I've always been alone. I never found comfort in anything, not even Father's estate. I was a stranger in his home, an outcast, and I was his daughter, a daughter he never once gave a thought about.
My life never had meaning...the only meaning I could find was in the books I read when I snuck into Father's Library.
I would burn the midnight oil to escape my reality, read about strong heroines, the minds, and the games. I loved games. No one ever played with me, though, and I made my peace with that a long time ago.
At night, I imagined myself a scholar with all the knowledge I could achieve in a single day. At daybreak, I was the whore's daughter, the unwanted person my stepmother felt deserving of maltreatment.
I was always alone. Until Drevon.
