IC: Greenheart Manor

[hope_fate_destiny]

A tiny pink nose pressed against the cold glass of her bedroom window as the snow fell down in a soft rhythmic pattern. Her blonde hair was twisted into a braid down her back. Her robes were a dark olive green with gold trim, her father’s colors. Memories consumed her mind like bacteria in an open wound.  Lately all she’d been able to think about was her family. The keepers of her father’s estate were getting on her nerves; they were picking her apart… again. They didn’t understand that’d she’d never asked for this.
Any of this.
It had chosen her. For some reason in little Nicola Archon’s life the battle always chose her, or so it seemed. The keepers of her father’s estate kept telling her that she had to act, she had to start making chooses for the estate since her father had been gone for some long, but how could a child that is always locked away in her room know enough about the outside world to make any type of decision.
“You all assume I’m safe here in my room.” she whispered softly as she pulled her large black fur coat over her robes and jammed her feet inside her fur lined boots before pushing the window open, and letting the freezing cold air sting her skin.
She’d gone along with this for quite some times, but she was tired of being sequestered and part of their collection. Her father had treated her like a porcelain doll, but Nicola assumed that all fathers did. Especially when their only daughter was their only child. Yet that still brought her back to the original problem, why had she been abandoned?
With skilled hands she pulled herself through the window of her second floor room and began to use the trellis to climb down to the ground.
“I don’t know why I have to scream” For a fourteen year old girl, the world around her was asking a lot of her. She was the head of the town without her mother and father there.
‘Now Nicci don’t be selfish’ even that was asking a lot of the young girl, but now she was faced with a serious dilemma keep the guards in the town to protect the town or send them to find the true rulers. What if they came back with bad news? Nicola shook her head slightly as she jumped down into the snowy earth. That’s why she couldn’t stay. May it was selfish, but it was the only option that made since. If she left, she didn’t have to make the hard decision. If a wrong decision were made it wouldn’t be her fault.
With a constant eye behind her she ran behind the pathway leading off the property.