Evelyn let out a soft exhale as she brushed her fingers through her dark, brown hair, of which fell naturally to the middle of her back in a wide 'V' shape in loose waves and small curls here and there, framing her face. After brushing through a few times while staring into the mirror that sat atop her vanity, she stared into her brilliant hazel eyes, a deep green surrounding a small ring of brown around her pupils. Already, she despised the Count, yet she was so readily expected to marry him. It seemed as though her fate was no longer in her own hands, but instead that of her father's. Standing from the chair, she walked to the four post bed that was far much bigger than that which was necessary for one woman, and almost constantly gave her a lonesome feeling. Yet, she was quite sure that even if there was someone to lay there with her, it would still have that emptiness about it.<br/><br/>Crawling onto the bed and slipping beneath the blankets, she stared towards the balcony doors. Her pale, near porcelain skin contrasted greatly with her deep eyes and dark hair, giving her a look of, perhaps.. Innocence, and purity. She wasn't sure of which she still had, and that which she had lost somewhere in the dark thoughts that often swirled through her head. Evelyn wasn't a very large woman, but was shapely nonetheless. Thin, standing only to 5'3", and with a lithe appearance, she was actually quite small. However, the curves that she possessed at both her bosom and rump weren't to be missed, and she contained that near perfect curving shape that any woman would want.<br/><br/>Maybe she could find a way out.. Maybe she could escape.. Had her father always planned to ship her off like he was, to merely use her as a means of trading, of alliance, of anything business and politics? Perhaps.