I looked at my mediocre self and shrugged.
I wasn't really aiming to be noticed by anyone, not even the prince that every woman here at the Academy seemed to be going for. No prince would want a warrior like me, all beaten and bruised with a past that he wouldn't understand. A past that not many people experience anymore.
I was only beaten a few times by my stepmother when I was younger, never standing up to her when my father would probably want me to. But then again, she was my guardian and had full rights over me. Besides, who would believe my word that she was beating me over theirs.
I was just a measly daughter of a skilled warrior that had died years ago while they were rich women born of a higher class. Of course, I was once of their class when my father was alive, but
