-This chapter is written using Claire's POV-
I lived with my life with my head held high. I completed the tasks that I received, and I was capable enough to be recognized by my family.
While it was short, I don't regret the decisions I took back then, nor the course my life took, even if it is true that I didn't have a choice and was simply swayed by the motions.
But I've been feeling strange about it for a while now.
I earned my rightful place through might. I was strong. And I used my strength to shut down any nay-sayers along the way.
I didn't work hard for the position of duchess because I wanted to partake in politics or had the desire to rule.
Not at all.
I hated politics. The two-faced nature of those who attended social gatherings, always looking for weaknesses to exploit in the character of others, disgusted me. Not to mention the rumors that sprouted from the most minimal things. It all felt so annoying.
