The Arkase's had long wanted children and they were almost to their dream. Lady Arkase was due at any time now and while this was a nerve wracking ordeal they couldn't be more excited. They were due to welcome a baby girl into the world. Meaning they would have their heir and a cute little girl to spoil. But as soon as the child was brought into this world they realized the world would never know of this child. Such an esteemed family couldn't give birth to such a freak. On that snowy January evening Lady Arkase did in fact give birth to a beautiful baby girl, the only issue is that she was alive. How could such strong vampiric descendants give birth to a healthy human girl? It's a one and a billion birth defect. For some reason she developed a beating heart which is the exact opposite of what she should have.
Lord Arkase turned away and stormed out of the room ordering the child to be killed. Lady Arkase on the other hand stared at the small baby girl. The girl she gave birth to. The girl she carried for 6 months. The young girl smiled at her mother, happy to see her silver eyes staring down at her. She couldn't do it. She couldn't kill her child defect or not. But she also knew her husband wouldn't allow the world to know of this child.
So, she had a tower constructed far from the family home deep in their private woods. It was here she left Katrina alive, but isolated from the world. She sent their most trustworthy servants to care for the girl. They fed her, and educated her but beyond that there was no interaction between her and the staff. When Katrina was little she knew something was wrong because the maids all looked at her with disgust when they thought she wasn't looking. At first she thought it was her appearance. She had read that people who had the same brown skin as her weren't always treated nicely.
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But she was fed well and taken care of so it couldn't be that. Then she thought maybe she was sick and the other simply did not want to catch her disease. And this thought seemed to prevail through her adolescence. As she grew she came to accept that she was a complete and utter freak. Something that shouldn't have survived this long, but did because of goodwill. She knew she didn't want to live a life like this. She knew it wasn't normal and that ate away at her. At first she thought she would be saved and that someone would come release her from this prison. But after reading the fairytales hundreds of times and eavesdropping on the maids. She learned no one would come for her. The world didn't even know she was still alive. So she gave up on the idea that a prince or hell another princess would come save her. she'd also given up on making friends seeing as no one wanted to be associated with her. She would live and die without anyone knowing she existed.
It was at 10 she started to plot her death. Whoever left her here obviously did not care for her so she would erase her existence entirely. she began observing the tower-like building she lived in. Trying to find something to end her life with. The first attempt was her trying to hang herself which ended in her not being allowed access to any sort of extra cloth. The second was a messy attempt at slitting her wrist. This may have worked if it weren't for the fact that she was only ever given a butter knife to eat with. After that the tower became stricter. She was never left alone and any resources considered harmful were removed. By 16 she had given up on trying to end her life.
She assumed whoever kept her alive must want her to suffer. Why else would they try so hard to keep her from harming herself. By the age of 18 she was like a doll. Lovely to look at, but her eyes were soulless. She wasn't happy in the least bit, but she couldn't feel sad either. She was just a shell seeing as there was no ghost in the machine.