She was fire, wild and free,
A passions blossom unfurling in spring.
A vision of youth beholden to me -
Pride, beauty, naiveté.
Her tantalizing spirit violently opposes
A world filled with myrtle and roses.
Within her fanes, an idol's eye,
Ethel Nethersole, the tricksters bride. - Jahi
She'd never known the tribulations of poverty, never borne the pitiful howl of an empty stomach. Her bed had the frills of fertile comforts, unlike the beggarly vagrants who slept in piles of straw and shit. Ethel Nethersole had all that a young girl could ask for - things girls her age dreamt of retaining. Two living, wealthy parents; lavish gowns and vibrant jewels - all that glittering coin could provide. Still, she envied the sailors wife, the woman unrestrained greeting her husband with bare feet and vibrant jubilance. Ethel coveted their daughters who ran the streets without repression nor did they fret over the watchful eye of societal pressures. A lady this, lo', miss prim and proper. A lady that, the Nethersole daughter.
She longed for their freedom. She desperately ached to unclasp the leash around her throat, the metaphorical muzzle that held her so to the merchant and his wife. Lord and Lady Nethersole. When Ethel saw the opportunity, she took it greedily, guzzling down every ounce of adrenaline. The rush of sneaking out. The thrill of being with men unsupervised. A kiss, a velvet touch upon her lips, she dare not deny. Thus was the birth of her hedonistic ways, this carefree heart at last untethered. Here it was that her parents sought to part ways from the embarrassment wrought by their once cherished daughter. Their funds she'd no longer access, their hearth no longer warmed her. She was the outcast Nethersole; the disappointing child. Ethel would have it no other way.
She was, at long last, free. So it was believed. When their family was threatened with poverty, her father wed her to an outlandish groom, one Dimitris Markai, in exchange for his fathers coin. During their short marriage, Ethel and Dimitris managed to flee the country away from the prying eyes of their parents and have ended their journey into the troubled land of Klewyth.