My childhood is not what you would call a pleasant childhood.
I was born into the main branch of the Marquis Fitzenhagen family, Barbariana von Fitzenhagen is my name.
Because my name sounds strange I prefer to be called Barbara.
In my family there are purely women, apparently it is rare for a male to come out in this family, therefore my older sisters have the duty to look for a husband who would be the second son or the heir of a family of higher prestige than a viscount.
Today I was at a party. It was a nobleman's birthday and my mother brought me along so that everyone could meet the youngest daughter.
Stephanie von Fitzenhagen is my mother's name, the woman from whom I inherited my blonde hair and red eyes. Her hair is coiled up in a big braided bun, I liked my hair better down and only combed my hair the same way she did when it was time to go out to places like that.
"Stephanie-san, she's your little girl isn't she?"
"That's right. She's my special little girl."
