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- Joined
- Nov 12, 2013
- Location
- NeverEverLand
Isabella Harper, the beautiful blue eyed daughter of Lord Harper. She would be his only child, and the hope for their kingdom. There was only one other child within the castle's walls, Patrick Cecil. Patrick was only a year older then Isabella, the son of a kitchen maid. The pair started to play with each other at the age of five, much to the horror or Isabella's parents.
As the years went on the pair simply grew closer. Their friendship changed and by the age of ten Patrick had made up his mind he would marry her. He declared his love for and Isabella was quick to return the words. When word got back to her father it was not taken well. They night he had the boy sent away, happy to be ride of the problem.
When Isabella woke, she was horrid to find Patrick had been sent away. She would spend close to a week crying over her dear friend. Her life changed so much after Patrick was gone. She was no longer the happy, friendly girl she had been. Her father was no longer the loving man she had known.
It was only days before her eighteenth birthday. She sat neatly next to her father and mother. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, not a hair out of place. Her blue eyes were soulless as she picked at her food. Her mouth talked of all the nobles who would there, and Isabella simply nodded. She knew what this party meant, she would be married off in only a few months, her husband had to be picked.
As the years went on the pair simply grew closer. Their friendship changed and by the age of ten Patrick had made up his mind he would marry her. He declared his love for and Isabella was quick to return the words. When word got back to her father it was not taken well. They night he had the boy sent away, happy to be ride of the problem.
When Isabella woke, she was horrid to find Patrick had been sent away. She would spend close to a week crying over her dear friend. Her life changed so much after Patrick was gone. She was no longer the happy, friendly girl she had been. Her father was no longer the loving man she had known.
It was only days before her eighteenth birthday. She sat neatly next to her father and mother. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, not a hair out of place. Her blue eyes were soulless as she picked at her food. Her mouth talked of all the nobles who would there, and Isabella simply nodded. She knew what this party meant, she would be married off in only a few months, her husband had to be picked.