Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5583506-20170616045006

Under any other circumstances if a nobleman (or royalty for that matter) had come up to her to ask for her life story, she would've told him to stick it where the sun don't shine. But she was tired, the massaged helped ease her stiff muscles, and maybe... just maybe she just felt comfortable in the prince's presence? Arik seemed to her like someone she could entrust information to.

"I... uhm... sure. My mother worked as a chambermaid for some nobleman. Apparently the man in question was pretty notorious for being unable to remain faithful to his own wife. It was impossible for him to keep his breeches on, so to speak. Of course it was only a matter of time before my mother found herself unable resist his voracious appetite for women. I was the result."

Catryn did a little victory pump with her non-aching arm, clearly meant as an attempt at dry humor.

"So there I was, a bastard of a family name of some renown, growing up in a household where I was pretty much shunned by everyone, save for my own mother. Hell, even the servants of the estate spat upon me. For six years I lived among them. I was born into a prison. Six years of being told how little I meant to them, what an accident I was, of getting to know my place in this world. All till the day finally came when the nobleman's wife, finally had had it. Claimed she couldn't stand to look at me and be reminded of her husband's misshap. She demanded that he send out on the streets, something he was more than willing to comply to, lest I would be a threat to his own 'trueborn' sons and daughters."

Catryn just stared down into the grass with a miserable outlook on her face, clearly forgetting where she was for one moment. "I was nothing more than... than just a burden to them. A beat dog they didn't want anymore. A broken toy for their children to be thrown into the garbage." She shook her head. "I will never forget that day. I don't intend to. I don't want to."

There was anger in her voice.

"The nobleman, my father..." she said the last with spite in her tone. "He just sent me and my other off. Out on the streets to die. I may not know his name, nor remember his face or his family name, but I will never forget that stern look he had. And that smooth wave of golden blonde hair, looking down on me from above like I was some insignificant creature. If oppression ever had a face, it would be his."

She found it strange. Despite knowing that she was basically sitting in prince Arik's lap, a total stranger, a representative of all she despised, she felt oddly at ease to just take the burden off her chest once more, by revealing her past. Ugly as it was.

Her voice then turned soft once more, almost melancholic. "My mother didn't last long. Blood lung got the better of her just a few months after we were banished from his estate, with the promise that he would personally hang us, should I ever return. Perhaps a life of luxury and comfort had made mom forget the hardship from where her family originally stemmed from? Made her weak? I, on the other hand, persevered. Though I had been badly treated at the family, I had certainly better treated than most of those I saw on the streets. Some of them were sick and deformed. Some were criminals and prostitutes. Some of them had been upstanding citizens who had fallen on hard times. Yet horrible in both body and soul as some of them were, I found them... beautiful. From my perspective they represented the decay of reason and the birth of rationalism. In them... I saw myself; victims of social injustice."