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Abigail LeFay
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When I was 9 years old, I was living in Lord British's Castle.
It sounds amazing, doesn't it??
Well, it really wasn't so great for a young girl who was the daughter of a Ranger. There were classes, and training, and etiquette lessons. I was to touch nothing!
As my sister Morgana explained here before, our father was killed when we were young. Our father was a local nobleman, and an indirect descendant to the Royal Line. But more than that, his father was a well respected noble, and in turn, so was our father. Greyson LeFay was one of the only lesser nobles that actually had the ear of the King.
He was intrusted with the Skara Forest, and in turn, the road between Britain and Skara, which was an important highway for shipping, and often raided by criminals.
The King would consult our father on matters of security, and often our father's plans were used. Especially in the northern part of the forest, where the Crossroads are. Many a thief were thwarted thanks to my father.
Lord British had such respect for the things that our father and our grandfather had done for the kingdom, that upon my father's death, knowing that Morgana was too young to take care of me, and that our mother had passed away years before, he took me into his castle, and raised me as his own.
It sounds amazing, doesn't it??
Well, it really wasn't so great for a young girl who was the daughter of a Ranger. There were classes, and training, and etiquette lessons. I was to touch nothing!
As my sister Morgana explained here before, our father was killed when we were young. Our father was a local nobleman, and an indirect descendant to the Royal Line. But more than that, his father was a well respected noble, and in turn, so was our father. Greyson LeFay was one of the only lesser nobles that actually had the ear of the King.
He was intrusted with the Skara Forest, and in turn, the road between Britain and Skara, which was an important highway for shipping, and often raided by criminals.
The King would consult our father on matters of security, and often our father's plans were used. Especially in the northern part of the forest, where the Crossroads are. Many a thief were thwarted thanks to my father.
Lord British had such respect for the things that our father and our grandfather had done for the kingdom, that upon my father's death, knowing that Morgana was too young to take care of me, and that our mother had passed away years before, he took me into his castle, and raised me as his own.