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An Introduction…

Lady Loveleen Hypatia Merryweather is the young heiress to Moonacre Valley and at this point in the story, 11 and half years old, respectfully. She has thick curly auburn hair and warm honey brown eyes that were framed by thick brown lashes. Her skin was white as snow with a hint of rose pink cheeks; it was silk to anyone's touch. She was tiny for her age, always a bit shy of what was deemed an appropriate height for her age. But despite her height, the girl's limbs were long and thin, and surprisingly she never once tripped or tangled herself within those long lengthy limbs. No, she was very elegant and nimble, gliding to and fro, one would catch her pouncing upon unsuspecting butterflies, climbing up high trees and perching on their branches. These peculiar qualities were not only odd for an 11 and half-year old girl to posses, but in general for a human being. One would consider close relations to a family of cats as oppose to a noble birthright into the infamous Merryweather family.

Yes, one of many would indefinitely label the young Lady Loveleen Merryweather as alien to the Merryweather's, if it were not for the very noticeable fact that she was quite literally the spitting image of her mother, Lady Elizabeth Merryweather. There is was always confusion between the two when it came to the various portraits that graced the walls of their large home, Merrybell Manor. No one was able to tell which portrait was of Loveleen and which were of her Mother Elizabeth when she was a young girl. And of course, as Loveleen grows and matures in the coming years, there would be even more confusion about who was who in the portraits. Despite their identical appearances, Loveleen Merryweather was nothing like her mother, and as far as she was concerned, would never ever conform to her mother's attitude and standards.

Lady Elizabeth Merryweather was a woman of great nobility; and it was within this nobility that Elizabeth always found herself in good favor with society. A protégé in feminine sense, excelling in the art of needlepoint, singing and painting; she was fluent in French and Italian, and was always properly dressed in the most fashionable sense. Loveleen was convinced that her mother lived only for the luxuries and gossip that society provided her, and this made Elizabeth Merryweather a grand snob in her daughter's eyes.

Rebellious and free spirited both in attitude and action, Loveleen had a sharped tongue that constantly got her into trouble with her governess, Ms. Whimbellbee; she would always scold Loveleen with, "A young lady of your status and nature does not speak out in such a manner! My dear heavens, Girl, your tongue is laced with such crudeness and it freely speaks out whatever wild idea that crosses your mind! How will you ever find a respectable husband? You're going to scare them all away!" She would squawk out; the batty governess was determined to make a fine and noble woman out of Loveleen, but of course the young pupil had other plans that did not include becoming a well-bred breed of women.

When it came to her studies, Loveleen would often sneak away to so she could play with her much older brother, eight years her senior to be exact, Benjamin Merryweather. Together, they would play hide and seek in the grand MerryBell gardens; Loveleen would often win this game because she would perch herself in high places or crawl under dirty shrubs which her brother would not expect a young girl to do, for it was not in their nature to climb or crawl.

Enjoying his younger siblings company, Benjamin taught Loveleen to play sports that we exclusive to men only, such as cricket, badminton and fencing. He only did so because Benjamin Merryweather was both quite proud and astonished by his little's sister talents and quickness to learning such advance and challenging sports. For an 11 and half-year old girl, Loveleen was far better then most teenage boys. She did not shy away from the dirt and sweat that came with the male exclusive sports and nor did she run and hide when Benjamin took her to the stables and introduced her to the giant black stallions. In fact she had taken quite a liking to them right away, stroking their snouts and feeding them apples and carrots. She begged her brother to teach her how to ride, but with her small stature she was not fit to ride. So instead she rode situated in front of her brother, his arms wrapped securely around her as he held onto the reins.

Loveleen would squeal and giggle with such delight as the wind dance across her face and brushed back her hair. They would always ride past the gardens, through the vast fruit orchards and out into Merrybell park. As they rode through the park, Loveleen would see quant village of Silverydew, its villagers moving in and out of the village pulling wages and carrying baskets full of goods. Paradise Hill peaked out past the village, forever towering and watching over the land of Moonarce. Loveleen could see the church that was perched in the middle of Paradise hill, her eyes would travelled up a winding road and rest upon the gravestones and monuments that littered the hills peak. She was never able to take too much in; they would past the village and come upon the farming lands. They would zoom past farmers, startling them as they yelped and leapt out of the way; their curses were muffled by the wind pulsing past our ears. The two siblings would chuckle and then shout out their sincerest apologizes.

The land swept paced them so quickly, it all became a blur of magnificent colors. It was during these rides that Loveleen felt true freedom, as if she was leaving the world far behind her, but then it would all come to an abrupt end as Benjamin pulled back on the reins and whoa-ed the stallion to a stop. They stood in at the crest of the grand Pinewoods, a forest so thick and vast that it was off limits to all inhabitants of Moonacre Valley. Most people feared the forest, stating that ferocious beasts, bandits and witches lurked about and called the forest home. Such stories only intrigued and sparked Loveleen's curious nature; a desire to explore and climb the grand trees only further tempted her to slip off her brother's horse and enter the forest.

But another tug on the reins and a few clicks of her brother's tongue, the black stallion swung back around and sprung forward, sprinting across the open valley, the farm lands, and past the village and Paradise hill, until they were back in the Merrybell park, running past the fruit orchards and gardens, ending their ride at the Merrybell stables.

Running wild suited the girl and of course, this playtime was kept in secret between the two siblings, but Ms. Whimbellbee was not entirely oblivious. Loveleen would disappear for hours on end, only to come back with a mud and grass stained dress; it was not hard to put two and two together but Ms. Whimbellbee made no attempt to stop Loveleen from spending time with her brother for he was the only family member who would shine some of their attention and affection upon the poor girl.

Her parents, as far as Ms. Whimbellbee was concerned, have never even held their beautiful daughter, never mind hug or give goodnight kisses. The poor girl was deprived of any family love and affection; and despite the playful nature between the two siblings; Benjamin never hugged or kissed his baby sister either, she was the brother and friend that Benjamin never had.

I love you was not a term used freely among the Merryweather family; too much pride. They were too busy being star socialites, attending and even throwing auctions, grand balls and luncheons with prestigious families from around the world. Her father, a businessman in heart and soul, travelled abroad and even before his death, Charles Merryweather was rarely about the 10-acre manor. He died when Loveleen was six years old from consumption; he left Moonarce Valley, along with his $80,000 fortune, to his wife, Elizabeth. Who, as mentioned before, exercised all of her time and energy toward attending and throwing rich banquets, aristocratic luncheons and snobbish art auctions. She was not just a social butterfly; she was the social butterfly; known, loved and admired far and wide. She lived to be fashionable and socialize among the pure blooded wealth; she did not need anything outside of her social circles.

What surprised Ms. Whimbellbee was Loveleen never once pined after her mother's affection, perhaps the poor girl was shy or even intimidated by Lady Merryweather. But, if one were to ask Loveleen herself, she would simply say, "Mother is always with her friends. And I'd rather lick salt then sit next to those squealing buffoons! I refuse to become such a snob!"

Her governess would always snicker at such comments; the image of yapping and squealing buffoons was not too far off from the actual scene itself, however Ms. Whimbellbee would quickly recover and once again become her stern and proper self.

Even if the Loveleen was willing to, she was not permitted to attend any of the social gatherings; she was deemed unfit by her own mother. And yet again, this did not seem to faze the young heiress to Moonacre Valley, in fact, up until this point nothing seemed to faze Lady Loveleen Hypatia Merryweather. She knew escaping the life bestowed upon her at birth was not possible and therefore she settled upon this life. When she thought about it, she very much enjoyed her current life – she loved her home, the gardens and fruit orchards. She loved the stables that housed the beautiful black stallions and she loved the village of Silverydew and Paradise Hill. She loved her brother Benjamin and her steely governess; in an odd sort of way, even loved her mother and father. This was her home and she found comfort and contentment within Moonacre Valley.

But that was all about to change…

~Note~

Hi again, so this use to be the first chapter but now it's the second chapter…I also added more to it and molded it to fit my story.

Normally the author notes are placed at the beginning of the chapter but I like having mine at the very end :D

Also, here is how to pronounce the main character's name Loveleen Hypatia:

Love – lean

High – bay – she –ah

A cool little fact about the name Hypatia – she was a great philosopher, mathematician and astronomer from AD 350-370. Hypatia taught and studied at the grand library of Alexandria. I thought I would give Loveleen the name because much like Hypatia, she was intelligent, wise and free-spirited. The real Hypatia met a tragic end so whether Loveleen herself does as well it still up in the air.

Anyways, more updates to come soon! I'm thinking Sunday nights will be a good day to post updates.

Thanks for reading!