I was such a different person back then. People called me Primogen once I got to New Port, but I really think for a while that I was no more than a childe -- a little girl playing 'dress-up'.

"Look mommy! I'm wearing your shoes! Can I be a big girl now?"

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When I look at it this way, I realize this is really not far from the truth. I was taken from my parents when I was still too young to be called an adult. Thinking I was only being courted y a prospective suitor and that marriage was still a while off, I clung to my girlhood too long.

Marriage didn't come, though. Not the kind of marriage I would expect. The Embrace did. Truly, nothing could have prepared me for it or the new world I was suddenly thrust into, but I could have at least gone into it with mature eyes.

But this wasn't the case. In my mind, I was still my daddy's little girl and my mother's perfect little princess. Sure, I had a bit of a wild streak in me, but I was so naive. I knew nothing of men back then, so I put my complete trust in Morgan as he took me from my parents' house just outside of London that evening.

On the premise of going to see the house I would move into once I married Morgan, he stole me from my parents so that I would never be seen by them again.

It is nearly too painful to think even now of how my disappearance affected them. My mother was so frail that it could have likely even killed her or drove her mad. She was a tiny woman, like myself, and very gentle, warm and kind. She was not, however, very strong willed.

Father, on the other hand, likely hunted for Morgan until his dying day. He would have tried to kill Morgan. He would have tried and died. In a sad way, I'm glad he never found us. If he had died at Morgan's hands because of me, I would have willingly watched the next sun rise.