Wynnona/Introduction

The King is Dead, long live the Queen.
When Daddy died, the people mourned but the Princess celebrated

The Furniture King. Beloved by those who celebrate bad commercials and catchy jingles. A man who built a small empire of low to mid range furniture stores along the west-coast. He was a jolly presence, a Santa-esque figure who donated to charity, hosted events and funded new wings to hospitals. No-one ever had a unkind word to say about the man. He paid his employees exceptionally well, he marched along side those seeking social reform and to squash racial injustice. He was admired and truly loved. When his wife died, the people rallied. They sent kind letters, they delivered flowers to his stores and they mourned with him. Isn't it odd then, that nearly no-one knew he even had a daughter.

Wynnona, her name intentionally misspelled to be unique and special. Worshipped by father and mother and kept out of the publics eye. Sure, in those early days her fathers affections were enough to raise a eyebrow too. But he was just a man who loved his Princess. But after her mother died, her fathers love became something else. At first they were games, odd games that made her feel uncomfortable, but she was young and adored her daddy. But as she grew older and she learned of the type of monsters men like her Daddy were, she grew to hate him. Still, she was kept out of the public eye, tutored and schooled at home and plied with gifts bought from the internet she rarely left the house.

So it was a surprise to the outside world that when her father died, having 'fallen' down the stairs, Wynnona was there to claim the fortune of the Furniture King.

And now she explores the world and life, eating up experiences with a ravenous hunger. And is it any surprise she turned out the way she did, a bit awkward, a bit angry? But don't mistake her for broken, lest you find yourself crumpled on the floor at her feet having 'fallen' down the stairs as well.