My name is Cataline Rodriguez, I am from a French mother and a Spanish father, the youngest and most loved of five daughters.
My father was a merchant man, and my mother was from a noble family.
My father loved me so much that he spared no expense in giving me the best of everything, my mother too took little care in spoiling me.
How could they not, I was the prettiest thing any eye could behold.
Fragile, and fair, with snow white hair, you would think snowflakes were nesting on my head.
My sister's were very jealous of me, always wanted my things.
My mother was from a line of witches, but they hid it well, since witches were burned on the stake.
She was relieved when none of her children inherited the gene, poor Mama, if only she knew.
At sixteen I was asked to marry a very rich nobleman's son, but I refused him, I wanted to get more out of life than marrying a prince.
