Isolde closed her eyes. Her heart hurt, her arms trembled as she felt wretched.
It was right.
No one gave her the right.
But…. She ruined him?
'Break! Your life is filled with so many mistakes, this is why you wallow in misery in the Afterlife.' Truth Seeker said within her mind.
Born privileged? Isolde recalled when she was ten. At that age, she was sent to a blue gate dungeon, a cold mountainous terrain with suppressor bracelets where she fought wolves twice her size.
She could remember grimacing in pain from injuries and the frostbite, she could remember looking for help but finding none. Supplies were always by her side every morning she woke up as she explored the wilderness with nothing but one spear and two years of spear training from their family's butler.
