I was a simple girl, from simple means. Well ok, ill admit we were verry well off, my father being a lord and all. My name is Elizabeth Raven, Daughter of Natilee Raven, and Robert Raven, And i'd like you to know my side of the story.
He was born about three months before me, Sebastian Kei that is, and boy was he somethin. We knew our places of coarse, me being a proper young lady, and he, being a servant under my mother, but we didnt let it stop us from having fun. Soon i began school, i hated it. All the city girls would make fun of me because of the plantation i lived on. I mad a vow my verry first day that i would show them what i was made of.
Years went by and i realised i had a strange feeling inside my heart, love. No, not for any city boy, but for my dear Sebastian. My mistake was telling my secret to Ella May, the meanest of the city girls. She went and wooed my Sebby, I go to retrive him from his room and there they were, eating face. I ran away crying of coarse, and when he came to my room i slapped him. Ok it was not the best behavior, i know... but at the time i was so emotionally imbalanced i didnt know what to do, and as he was walking out the door i said, " I also don't know if I love you or not...". Yes i know, verry romeo and juliet, eventually we made up though.
It was Three weeks before my sixteenth birthday and i was so excited, mainly because my father said that i could let soutors court me at that age, and i wanted Sebastian to be the first man to ask for my hand. He came to me and i greeted him cheerfully, but soon our conversation became grim. He had to leave. The mext day. I was devistated...
Five years past and i had been seeing a traveling man, Aiden Atlas. I had also aquired a best friend,Aridaia Mitchell. My twenty first birthday was comming up and i wanted to through a party. No not just a party, A Masqurade Ball! Sebastian arrived a month before my Ball and, with his new found buttler training, was helping me prepair. He confided in me like old times and I trully felt complete, he also explained how he still loved me. I took advantage of his emotions...
The night of my Ball was... a bit... Hazy. I remember hatred, murder, and a verry bloody buttler.