Heiress Cast of Characters!Inspired by :iconelix173: to do this.The ages, occupations, so on of the characters in my novel 'Heiress'Saraiah Renia KazvidasSex: FemaleAge: 15Eyes: Wide, blue-grayHair: Maple-colored, wavyOccupation: Princess and item heres apparens of the empire.Extra note: Is a ClairvoyantAskidar Damian Kazvidas (Bruschev)Sex: MaleAge: 38Eyes: Narrow, grayHair: Chestnut, wavyOccupation: Emperor of Oskvaria, and father to SaraiahExtra note: Name was struck off family tree for reason unknown to SaraiahMagdalene (deceased)Sex: FemaleAge (at death): 26Eyes: Dark jade greenHair: dark brown, curlyOccupation: was a jewelry maker, battlefield healer, wife to Askidar and mother to SaraiahExtra note: Was from the southern country of Minian, very similar to the real-world IsraelSarina Tarissa KazvidasSex: FemaleAge: 35Eyes: Dark blue, narrowHair: Black, straighOccupation: Adopted sister to Askidar, LadyExtra note: Is an orphan; parents unknown;
O'Leary: ProloguePrologueWhen I was still a child, I became nothing more than an obstacle in my uncle’s life. Though he is dead now, I still find myself wondering if, apart from his love to me, he thought of me as anything other than a nuisance. The first time remember seeing him (and the first time he had seen me since my baptism), I was that frail twelve-year-old sitting on the bench at the train station in Madison Falls. It was a hot, sunny day in June of 1922. I looked out from the shade of the platform, across the tracks to the farm fields and groves of trees. My heart ached and I let out a sigh. Since the death of my parents, everything seemed like it was a dream, until I was actually leaving Madison Falls. All I had was my little bag of my possessions; the house I had so happily grown up in had been left to me, but I wasn’t yet twenty-one, so it would go to my aunt on my mother’s side until I was old enough to inherit it.
Black SheepI looked at Black SheepHe had blood on his woolHe said 'yes, sir, yes, sirThe graveyard in back is fullIn went the masterAnd in went the dameIn, too, is the little boyWho lived down the laneThey came with swords And they came with gunsThey killed men and womenAnd didn't spare the little onesLady bird, lady bird, she flew onThey set her house alight, and her children are goneAll that's left sir, yes, sir it's meThe land is now black when once it was greenI've got nothing left but the wool on my backAnd they left nothing but bloody tracksSo look at what happened through neglecting your landLook at the blood that's been spilled by your handLook in the eyes of those you forgotLook in the eyes of those who are lostBut it's you who's really lost this time aroundEven though your feet are firm on the groundYou're no longer worthy to deserve of our loveDeath sticks to your hand like your own glove."Black Sheep, Black Sheep, He turned awayHe wandered off to