"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 her amuse herself with a slight chuckle.
"What's so far-fetched about you, courting the prince? I mean, you're beautiful. I'm pretty sure you're more beautiful t
e that." I sighed. "Why there have to be some sort of difference in the way people treat others? What about those that are at the bottom of the food chain like us?"
"I suppose 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.
