Bree
Queen of Broken Hearts
Standing by the oven, Esther repressed a slight frown as her Master's inquiry. Her past wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst; it had left some scars either way though and wasn't something she liked bringing up. Taking a breath, Igraine said just as quietly, "It was nothing note-worthy. I used to live with my mother and her owner until she died and he sent me away." Of course, there was more to the story that Esther would admit. She looked at her feet, remembering the night she awoke to her mother's screams and blood. All that blood. She quickly shook the image out of her head and put on a small smile, "What about you Master? If you don't mind me asking."