Sparkling clean, cleaner than my sin of living. Born in happiness, but living in pain. I was a son of a duke that lost everything when my mother passed away and my father remarried a horrid woman. She only had a love for his money. Her children would mistreat me and shove me into the piles of dirt I had just cleaned up. I would sleep next to the empty fireplace as they enjoyed my old room.
The ashes did not help with my pale hair. The children of the local village had a rhyme made for how I looked.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Always working hard,
Only to get lost!
While my father is away, the villagers dared not go against my stepmother. They do not fight my stepbrothers either because they would go tell their mother. I do all the housework while they go out to parties to try and marry some other noble's lineage. On nights like that, I go to find my special spot to relax.
