Chapter POV: Liv Ivaldi Smith
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"Get up Beloved! If you want to hurt so much, then I will beat you to a bloody pulp as many times as you want!" I roared!
My body trembled in anger. writhing on the floor was the man I would give everything for. He gave me my things. A place to belong. A reason to look forward to each morning. But most of all, a future I continued to strive towards.
I was not delusional. As I watched the North fell all those years ago, I knew how hard my dream was. Yet even then, I believed. I believed that so long as I tried, the world I would find a way.
On the day I became a Reaper, in the presences of every Northerner still alive. I swore.
"I Liv Erickson, Princess of the North bind my soul to this Oath. I will save the North!"
But rather than support, all I gained was mockery. And worse, even my own father Disowned me.
"YOU HAVE GONE MAD! Princess Liv, how dare you!"
