Hidden Heiress Charlotte

Charlotte Knight was born on a stormy night in the fall with the wind whistling through the trees and the rain beating on the window as if attempting to gain entry to the mansion to witness the arrival of such a beautiful being. Her Mother Iris was a gentle woman with beauty that could not be measured. Her skin fair, hair dark as night that would glitter in the sun with hues of sapphire blue and hints of gold. She had been gentle and fair not greedy and conceded. When she would laugh her eyes would sparkle like stars in the night sky, her unique deep purple eyes captivating and mystical would draw you in and make you want to stay in her presence as long as allowed.

Her Father was larger than life. He stood tall over six feet. His wide shoulders required tailored suites to fit. Muscles came naturally to him without any effort, he had jet black curly hair that he styled back away from his face. His eyes were sharp and clear yet turned soft upon looking at his wife and child. He had always been intelligent and rose quickly to the top of his field.

The mansion had been built strategically at the top of the high mountain that overlooked the city. The entire property had been surrounded by ten foot walls patrolled by security guards with dogs at all times. A top of the line security system kept everything under watchful eye 24 hours a day. Only one road led to the mansion and any deliveries or persons coming to the mansion were stopped at the bottom of the road and were not allowed to proceed without exclusive permission given.

All vehicles owned by the Knights had bullet proof glass, flat proof tires, as well as a feature to ensure all occupants survived even in the most extreme of accidents. A helicopter pad had been placed at the rear of the property if needed.

The security team in place were the best trained professionals. They lived on site and their loyalty to the Knight Family was absolute.

After many hours of labor and the storm raging through the night preventing them from leaving the estate, the cry of a baby could be heard clearly. The family doctor whom also lived on site exited the bedroom to find Jeh Knight anxiously pacing in the hallway on the edge of losing his temper which for him is very rare. The doctor smiled and patted him on the shoulder advising him that his wife is doing fine as is his new daughter.

With a smile covering his entire face Jeh passed by the doctor bursting into the room to find Charlotte in the arms of her Mother whom seemed to be glowing while looking at her new miracle. He rushed to the beside and knelt down chekcing on his wife. Upon confirming that she was not in danger, he looked into her arms to see the angel slumbering there. Her fair skin matching her mother's, dark hair upon her head, long eyelashes creating shadows on her cheeks. He reached down to touch her, careful to be delicate. As if feeling her Father near Charlotte reached up grabbing his finger capturing his heart in one single movement. Upon the moment the family came together, the storm outside cleared and the dawn began to to brake with rays of sun skipping across the sky creating a warm glow announcing to the world the arrival of someone truly special.

Years passed happily in the mansion. The family enjoying every milestone together. Charlotte running around the home keeping all the guards on their toes. Charotte had only gained a skinned knee on one occasion. Directly after that minor fall, her father hired many other security guards so that someone could be within an arms reach of his precious daughter at all times. The guards would be with her everyday becoming her playmates as well. They gave into almost all of her requests as they did not want to see her unhappy. This sometimes meant wearing top hats and enjoying tea time with her or playing hide and seek while pretending that they did not have the GPS location of where she was at all times. On clear days she would venture out into the garden with her tiny clippers to choose a different flower for each of her guards. Even the most hardened security officer would place the flower in his lapel and wear it all day while holding the joy within their heart.

Her happiness came to a sudden halt upon her mother becoming ill. It started with a persistant cough then proceeded to take all the energy out of her Mother. Charlotte knew even at that young age that her Mother was fading. She spent every moment she could with her mother. She wanted to memorize her face, the sound of her voice, her scent, how it felt for her Mom to hold her. She wanted to remember her laughter and the look in her eyes as she laughed.

Her Mother would not be there to give her daughter advise when it came to future difficulties with love that Charlotte would experience in the years to come. If she had only known then, she would have asked her Mom what to do when your love is between two people and how to make the right choice. She would have asked her for advise on what to do when the person whom you have feelings for thinks that you are not good enough. How should she work through the pain of a broken heart and draw the line between those who cannot outright choose her over others? Is it good to follow your heart or follow your head? What are the right moves to make without setting her up to be hurt? How will she know when the love is true and the person is worthy? How can she find the forever love that her mother and father have had?