Narrative from Nottingham #1

My name is Elandria Rowena. I dwell in Nottingham Castle, and it is my solemn duty to record the happenings of the castle, here, on this blog. I will begin my narrative with a brief description of my life, and my surroundings,

I live comfortably. Or so I am told. I am fortunate to wear fine clothes, and always have food. I often spend afternoons doing nothing but working on embroidery. I have been taught to read, much against all my guardians' will, and spend much time reading as well. I have also picked up the skill of chess playing, simply by watching men play it.

But my life is dark. It is smoky. My eyes often burn because they have been deprived of fresh oxygen. The only air I get comes from when I stroll in the grounds, or when I lean my upper half out of the window in my chambers.

I am the ward of the Sheriff, Robert de Rainault. He avoids me at all costs. Who my parents are, I have, quite honestly, no idea. I am betrothed to the deputy of the Sheriff. Both of these men, for some reason, find it their life's work to capture and kill Robin Hood, the Wolfshead. But for what, exactly? For helping others. Of course, he has broken the law. Multiple laws, in fact. But to kill someone because all they want is to aid others? And--I will be audacious in my saying of this--but I sometimes am jealous of him and his band. To be able to live in fresh air, with nothing but leaves between you and the sun! It must be beautiful!

I am a relatively quiet girl. I have eyes which can never decide whether they would like to be blue or grey. My hair is a colourless blonde, which darkens a midtone with every year I am kept in the dark.

I will begin my narratives of my uneventful life soon.

May the powers of Light and Darkness by ever with you.

-Lady Elandria