Princess Bridget Pravus
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
Description: Bridget is pleasant on the eyes, but she also isn't the definition of beauty. She has a nice enough smile, but one would objectively say she is bit too tall and lanky, her eyes are a bit more gray than blue, her nose a bit too large while her breasts aren't large enough, and her straw colored hair is a bit too thin and becomes frizzy far too easily. She has fair, pale skin, and soft, uncalloused hands that distinctly indicates her noble upbringing.
Personality: A flighty young woman with half a brain, or perhaps slightly less than half. She enjoys books, but rarely finds herself reading them all the way through. She also tends to forget the stories, so it doesn't really matter if she finishes them anyways. She is somewhat clumsy, has a bad taste in fashion, and is generally tone deaf, but despite her odd qualities and grim life, she is pleasant enough. She is generally in good spirits, and has a refreshing air of whimsical innocence to her. If kindness and enthusiasm were admirable qualities, she would have a rating of 10 out of 10, but they aren't. If she were a peasant she would have been food for the wolves, but luckily the girl was born into a noble family, so instead she is food for the mindless politics of noble houses.
Background: Bridget is from a minor noble family, House Mescino of the Lycene barony of Pastrazza. She is a young widow to Elonso of house Pravus. Her marriage had nothing to do with love. It was a formally arranged marriage with the goal of bringing two houses together. It was a marriage that abruptly ended with her husband's death. Upon the return of their widowed daughter, her family broke into chaos. The entire point of the marriage was to settle the dispute of a land claim. It was a minor land claim, but to her house could mean the difference between riches and ruin! The whole thing would have been easier if she had given her husband a sun before he went off and had himself executed. The only logical step to take from here was to send her back to house Pravus as a ward. It was cruel considering they were the ones to execute her late husband, but they didn't have time or resources to deal with a widowed daughter, and there were simply no other logical courses of action to take. What did Bridget think about all of this? Oh who really cares... just send her off!