(occ: Sorry I haveb't posted in a while. I got home a little over a week ago and am still trying to catch up with everything.)


The door to the cottage flew open in one swift motion as the young maiden forced herself into the structure, crying out in a corse, distress filled voice.

"Uncle, Uncle" She cried as she halted breathlessly at the door frame which led into the common room. Her dark eyes grew large as they fell upon the room's occupant. Beside the hearth sat an elderly man in a hand crafted rocking chair. Also in the room was a branwny young man wearing fine attire which hinted towards nobility or higher stature.

"Wha....What is he doing here Uncle?" Nimrodell asked airly, stepping back slightly, toward the door, as if in fear. The room had been rendered silent with the unexpected entrance of the girl. The young brute strutted over to the woman, a grin encarved into his clean shaven face. Most would think the man very handsome but Nimrodell knew better than to think such a thing. Perhaps he was blessed in appearance but his face would be one to cause many famlies ruin and peril.

The son of a Lord, his family owned most of the land the farming families lived upon. He had the power to do anything that struck his fancy. In this situation, the youthful Nimrodell was the object of interest. He had proposed to the girl many times but only to be rejected. Sensing that his heart was merely a dark and cold one, she couldn't will herself to commit her life to a loveless marriage.

The man reached out to the girl with a rough hand, taking the lady's delicate chin into grasp.

"I dote upon the lovely Nimrodell once again. You know why I came here my love, don't you?" His voice was a deep and husky one. One that disguised his cruelty. He had backed her up into the nearest wall where he pinned her there with his intesive gaze, his pale eyes searing through her like a thousand knives. She managed a slight nod.

"Be my wife and this will all go away. Your uncle will have the deed to the farm if you just say yes." Both parties knew this to be a demand rather then a reguest. For a seemingly neverending minute, she pondered on what to say. Had she yes, she'd be doomed to a life with a man she had no liking towards. In fact, she hated him. Hated him for being so merciless when it came to the poor villagers, his very own people. However, if she said no, the farm could be taken away from herself and her uncle and they could very well meet their deaths from starvation.

"Yes" She spoke meekly, tears forming in her earthy eyes. "Yes. I'll marry you." The Lord's son couldn't be any happier. As for Nimrodell, her life seemed to end the moment she pledged her heart to the man seemingly without one. Then the very next day, when she thought it could not get any worse, her uncle had a sudden heart-attack. Before his death, the Lord came as well as Nimrodell's fiance.

Her uncle was deemed "Unable to Maintain Land" and the deed to the farm was revoked and the land was taken away from them. Nimrodell was taken to the Hastings Manor, on the edge of the forest, to be wed, when her uncle was thrown out onto the streets, all of his belongings burned to the earth. Imprisioned at the Manor, she was unable to leave the small room in which she resided. It was there that she gained news that her Uncle had died, alone and cold on the streets of the Village Square. Frightened and depressed, she managed to escape the manor through the window of her room and slip into the woods.