The Last Heiress
My name is Raina, and I was seventeen when the world decided to end.
I remember standing at my bedroom window, staring out at the vast fields beyond our town. The moon hung low and bloated over the distant mountains, casting everything in shades of silver and shadow.
The autumn air crisped against my face, which carried that peculiar smell of decay and new growth that only comes at the changing of seasons.
From somewhere in the town below, I could hear the faint sound of the night watch making their rounds, their torch flames dancing like dying fireflies.
My stepfather was downstairs, drunk as usual. I could hear him bellowing at my mother, his words slurring into something barely comprehens