Lamara/Introduction

 Two hundred or so years ago, somewhere in the mountains of Circassia, there was born a young woman destined for a short life with a violent, brutal end. She had the misfortune to be born not long before the beginning of the Caucasian War, and a string of unlikely and seemingly unfortunate events ended up culminating in her surviving what would otherwise probably would have killed her, given the genocide of her people that was to come.

 Ultimately, ending up a ghoul in service to a vampire is better than being dead. At least in her opinion.

 The first vampire she ended up bound to was a piece of shit who treated her like the garbage he was. She loved him, but only because she had to, and the only thing she mourns about his final death is that she wasn't able to be the one to deliver it. Blessedly, in her mind, it happened at just the right moment for her to fall into the service of Henevi, who has been her regnant for the better part of a century and a half.