Lady Peach

= LADY PEACH =

Childhood
Lady Peach’s memories were all suppressed from before she was 15. Despite her trying, she is unable to remember any of her early childhood. Lady Peach is unaware of the trauma that would flood her mind if she were to ever remember her treacherous past. She was born into a dirt poor family, barely making enough money to keep themselves fed, let alone maintain a roof over their heads. Marina Peach was unwillingly and unethically traded as a wife to a local nobleman at just 14 years old in exchange for a roof over her family’s head. On her 15th birthday, Marina decided enough was enough, she deserves a better life. A few weeks later, her “husband” was in a meeting while she decided to execute her long awaited plan. Marina faked a fever, so her handmaiden would make sure she was left alone in her chambers. This was her only chance, and she knew she’d have to be quick. As her handmaiden went to get Marina some food, Marina followed quietly behind her. Most of the guards were attending a scheduled training, so all Marina had to do was find an excuse to tell the guard at the door. She knew the nobleman would kill the guard when it had been discovered that she left, but she was too focused on her own happiness to care. There it was: the front door. Marina was so close; she could almost hear the fresh air from outside calling her to be free. As she was distracted in her dreams of what her life would be like after she had made her escape, she hadn’t realized the guard was glaring right at her.

”Where do you think you’re going?” the guard asked while studying her face with a suspicious expression.

”I, uh, my husband is waiting for me outside at the gate,” Marina cautiously replied, trying to act confident in her answer.

“Your husband is in a meeting.”

”You dare question your master’s wife? I could easily have you beheaded just for talking back,” Marina said, mentally complementing her own bravery and wittiness.

”Go ahead,” the guard reluctantly mumbled.

This was the feeling of accomplishment. Marina was headed to the wide-open gate all alone. Nobody could stop her now. Once she was on the road, she started sprinting. Hours past, and the adrenaline that kept her from feeling exhausted had started to wear off. Eventually, she had started to make her way into a forest, where she laid under a tree and fell asleep. The next day, she made her was back to the trail and continued her journey to freedom. Marina didn’t know where she was headed or what direction she was going, but she wanted to be as far away as she could from everyone in her life who caused her to hate them. She hated her husband, but she hated her parents even more. How could they so easily give up their eldest daughter? Almost two weeks of traveling had past now, and she was now starving. She reached a river and started to drink from it hoping to quench her growing hunger. Marina started to have spells of lightheadedness that day, but the one she had as she was taking a final sip from the river was refusing to go away peacefully. She fought for her conciseness, but eventually the dizziness won.

S P L A S H

“Are you awake?” a stranger’s voice was barely heard before she passed out again.

A week had passed.