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My mother died after giving birth to me. Father always treated me like a queen and told me how much everyone back home used to love her. He told me about how she even attracted the kings attention but refused his proposal. She was kind gentle an elegant woman indeed. So my father trained me well. Unlike my mother I was a fighter and my really long hair was a rare bright fiery red. My mother's was short and brown. I loved it. My father always tried to make me cover it. He moved me back home he made the old house into a flower herbs and clothing shop for me to run and made the back a blacksmith for him. But I knew how to run it if he's out.