A daughter of a Noble.That's who you where.A rather frail and traumatised child.You were the sole daughter of widowed Councillor Jane Dames.Expectations didnt come easy.You were a writer.Your ideas on a parchment meant alot to you.Your mother would hit you if you made a mistake.You found solace with your cousin and Your nursemaid,Estarda..Your cousin,Edgar Van Rennasalar was a highly proficient goverment figure.Above the Councillors.You were talking with him ,Your head on his lap as he gently stroked your head and spoke to you."Cousin..I understand your distress but-"until suddenly the door opened.Revealing the Sherrif of Piltover,Grayson "Sir,I highly apologise for the interruption but there is quite a issue." She spoke until she paused.Looking at the both of you.You were like 12 something.Frail and delicate like a lamb.But Edgar snapped his fingers "On with it Sherrif.Go on."