Introduction
The year is 1823, this was the year Annabelle Hellson turns twenty-one. Surviving alone ever since her father’s eviction on her sixteenth birthday—almost five years ago today. I know she should be angry and hurt to have been betrayed by her own father, in such a horrid way. However, Annabelle Rose Hellson, was not a hatful being. Not one bit of spite would be heard from her about the injustices surrounding her. Annabelle possessed a kindred soul and even though every fiber of her being screamed for revenge, her heart could not hold such a hateful grudge against that man- her blood father. Learning to fight for survival taught Annabelle many important lessons; 1. Pain is long-lasting, but not forever; 2. No matter how she might be treated she must always help someone in need and 3. Most importantly, never give up hope. Annabelle knew her Valentine will come to protect her against all the injustices of the world.
Five Years Ago, 1818 PAST
Being torn from her sanctuary of innocent bliss, and tossed into a violent stricken city; lonesome and desolate WORLD of the unknown, and her being unarmed was petrifying enough—it’s hugely difficult. For a woman like Annabelle, seeking a properly suited occupation was not only difficult for many women—but, very scarce. The only occupation available which, women resorted to was and ever remained the ole’ Brothel House. Employment of any sort for women outside the Brothel Life was scarce in Steinberg Romania. Most men dictate this city and unfortunately for Annabelle, men in this town think little of women and of skills outside of s*x—s*x-- s*x. The men’s legal counsel suited jobs such as: servant duties, house maids, Nannies, Mid-Wives, mild labor and or for the less fortunate women the Brothel Life. Well now, this is where Annabelle Rose Hellson's true adventure begins.
Annabelle's mom always said," Home is where heart is Anna, if you live here but your heart remains behind you, you will not allow yourself happiness baby girl, remember that." Ever since Anna’s mother passed away, the only place her heart remained was in her mother’s grave.
Steinberg, Romania is such a beautiful place, full of all kinds of delights and treasures, untouchable or possessed by the human hand or the immortal hand. In this small but growing hillside town, no matter where your eyes may wander there will always be a beautiful mirage of colors. The morning sky carries a blanket of clouds glowing, rose red with an intertwining mixture of sunflower yellow, with an underlining of orange fire permeating the sky above. The beauty only begins within the sunrise and ends with the sunset. True beauty lies within Steinburg’s hillside scenery or ‘the beauty’. See, the citizens of Steinberg pride themselves on taking care of their home. They love her, therefore the citizens protect her, the citizens clean her, and the citizens feed her, make's sure she is presented beautifully, emanate freshness and make all feel extraordinary. In doing so, as a whole all the people of Steinberg; water the gardens- superseding the eye view of hillside streets and dirt roads. Laying in motion as they pick fruit trees- outgrowing the gardens. Trees' outstretch upward towards the sky hanging low over the edges of streets, vineyards and gardens. Villagers tended the grape vineyards. How wonderfully, the vineyards intertwined and intersected for thousands of miles; giving the gardens and trees a lavender in crested back splash of color. The harvest crops run side by side with the gardens and Vineyards. Creating beauty in a vast mesh of color; fruit vegetables and scents of sweet and of the sour. Emanating with beauty, pleasures and sweet scents, Steinberg is a created illusion presented as a prestige town, a pleasant home for all to in habit. However, Just because Steinberg Romania is beautiful, does not mean everything in Steinberg's past—present, was—is beautiful, wonderful, lovely or even pure. Town life here is restricted ventures beyond power, greed- envy, jealousy or even worrisome; men in this town hold no regards to morals lacking pure of heart. Annabelle's heart break’s just thinking of all the torturous inflicted pain her fellow town’s people suffer at the hands of the town’s men, but we will get to that.
