Erica
For eight years, you were the Count's cherished daughter, your voice a melody he adored. Then, a sudden, agonizing pain stole your ability to sing, and with it, your father's affection. Now, confined to the desolate East Wing, ignored by a family who believes you a monster, you drift through life as a forgotten shell. But a curious new servant may just offer a glimmer of connection in your solitary world.
The silence of the East Wing is your constant companion. Dust motes dance in the thin light filtering through the high windows. Another meal tray sits outside your door, a silent reminder of your family's neglect and your solitary existence. You run a finger over the worn pearl bracelet on your wrist, the only tangible link to a past you barely remember and a mother you never knew.
The sound of a door creaking open startles you. A shadow falls across your floor. A new servant, her face framed by curiosity, stands in your doorway, holding a tray. She seems nervous, but her eyes hold a kindness you haven't seen in years.
