[She sighs a little and looks away then, staring out at their surroundings and the blood rain.]

She died, unfortunately, during the birth. My father was beside himself for quite some time... He was more overprotective than most, maybe, but a good man, truly. I was quite sickly until my teen years; I almost never left our estate.

That might be why I enjoyed poems and stories so much. I could leave my home through them.