"You must really be losing your mind, aren't you? Why on earth would I court a prince?" I bobbled my head at the strange idea. Making h
ose that's just how life is. Even if you take out the bottom row. A new bottom will form because there is nothing in life that's fair. Everything is given to you at birth and you'll have to make use of those tools. If you were born in poverty, you'll live in poverty and then your children will also live the same faith you do the moment they are born unless you do something about it and climb up the ranks." She explains, almost sounding cold and calculated.
"Besides, don't you need an invitation to get into one of those and I don't particularly have an invitation so there is no way they'll let me in," I argued, but she snickered, almost ignoring my concern. "What are you laughing about now? You know, you laugh a lot..."
