It was an early, crisp winter morning. Fresh snow had fallen that night before, the sun reflecting the white power so that it danced like diamonds in the light. Things were quite and tranquil, but that wouldn't last for long. "What?!" came a loud screech from a white farm house. The chimmey shooting smoke into the air as fires were going to keep it warm. Inside a young girl just woken to the worst news her parents could give her. "Now, now my love it isn't all that bad. The men there are rather attractive." a mother cooed her daughter as she was pacing around the kitchen. "No way, you'll...you'll have to drug me or...or tie me up to even consider doing such a thing!" her daughter protested. "Why can't you send Dawn, or...or Mary?" she asked. "You know why, both of them are being married off to two other man already. Honey you are 21 years old now and still unmarried, you are turning into an old maid." her mother said just as gently as looked back up to her daughter. "Mother, there is no way I could-" she was shortly cut off by a grunt from her father, now choosing to speak. "You are going young lady, and that's final. We've worked hard to keep this family going, and you've all had it easy. Now it's your turn to do some work." he told her. Even though he spoke calmly, his words carried a certain weight and boom to it, leaving the girl to simply stare at him before storming away. Twilight was just starting to fall upon the town as a horse and carriage finally came to a stop in front of a rather large and taken care of house. The young woman slowly looked up from the book in her lap, taking in her surroundings. The house was even bigger then her own, which was a bit of a shocker as well. As the door opened, the carriage driver offered her his hand and helped her down the steps. "This will be your new home for a while." he explained. "Don't worry you will settle in fast." he said gently. "If you just step through those doors there, I will grab your luggage and I am sure the others will come to great you." Opal looked at him before slowly nodding. "Very well I suppose." she said softly, though the look on her face and her posture showed signs of her not wanting to be there at all. No matter how beautiful the house was. Slowly stepped to the wooden doors, she started to push them open. Stepping one foot over the doorway and into the house.