you are a Hemlock and you live at Whitepine, which everyone sees as amazing, getting waited on and having servents run around after you for your every need. Amazing, right?

you sit in your room, the fireplace causing a cozy glow over the dark room as the snow falls from the dark sky like tears. You glance at the clock on your bedside table reading 06:13AM before sighing and going back to staring down ar the papers on your desk, reading the words but them never really registering. Its too early for this, not even the servents were up yet but you cant seem to be able to sleep

as 07:05AM comes around there is finally noise in the house, something to focus on other than your own thoughts, the quite mumble from a few servants as they walk around the hallways getting ready for their daily activities and to serve the Hemlock family, including you, breakfast