Josephine carefully raised the bucket of water from the ground, cringing a bit when it sloshed inside and onto the dirt. She had thought carrying the larger bucket would prevent her from having to go back later for water to wash herself tonight, but it seemed as though her idea had failed. The young woman, the ripe of twenty with hair as white as snow and eyes as blue as the sea, slowly began to carry the water back to her tiny cottage. After six years, she knew this forest like the back of her hand. She greeted the animals as she passed, and kept her eyes out for the cruel soldiers that patrolled this land. Luckily, her little home was nestled deep in thick brush, and had never been discovered. The door was hanging ajar, allowing the warm summer air to breeze through the little stone structure, as Josephine approached. Once inside, she dumped the water into a basin and smiled at her little place. Since her parent's death several years ago, she had made it entirely her own - little handsewn quilts on the wall, a beautiful red dress draping over the back of one chair. It was not overly extravagant but it was rare that Josephine got any supplies from the kingdom. It had been years since she had bought something there, and nearly six months since she had made the trek overnight, only to steal what she needed in the darkness. Still, the young lady was content with what she had. The food was meager and she had dropped a good thirty pounds since her parent's death, but at least she was content. She could only pray that no man discovered her, living tax free on the kingdom's valuable forest property. Surely they would kill her, if that were the case!