Isadora sighed as she stared at the window. The cloud was bright and the sun was already up, but now, she felt sleepy. Her eyelids were heavy that she could barely keep them up. All the bones in her body had grown weak, she could barely move her hand, and she had no sleep the entire night.
When last had she skipped the midnight without having a blessed slumber? In her father's castle, she followed strict rules. She had the proper time to sleep, eat, study, play, train, and all but now that she was an adult, she was imprisoned in some unknown castle as a cohort. She was treated like she had passed the adult stage and had no right to be carefree. This was unfair. She was still young, why was she despised by so many people? Why did life have to be so strict on her?
She had only spent eighteen years on earth and someone was already expecting a child from her? How could she bear a child when she was still one?
