-This chapter is written using Isabella's POV-
It's been some time since someone needed to come and knock on my door to wake me up.
It used to be a habit of mine to step out of bed as late as possible, but recently, I started to enjoy the mornings a little more.
At first, it was out of necessity since a certain group was forcing me to train and study every day.
But I started appreciating it with time as I got to know them better. Every morning there was something I wanted to ask them about, and they were always happy to talk to me and show me new things.
Truly, I'm glad for them.
There were times when I was so afraid of stepping out that I even thought being locked up was for the better.
I'm not sure what would have become of me if that went on, but... Because of that, I can precisely understand the frantic knocking on the door.
