As much as Lady Agnue resented me, after being under her roof for the majority of my adolescence, she’d come to know me well. Thus, she’d fine-tuned her malice in a way that made getting inside of my head a legitimate possibility. And when she had me cornered like she did at this very moment, she’d become shrewdly skilled at unleashing it.
I, in turn, had to do everything I could to keep my guard and sass-levels up, and stand my ground despite it. Like now, for instance.
I reined in my anger at her last comment as best I could and crossed my arms.
“Scold me if you like, Lady Agnue, but I don’t know if I believe that’s true. Why can’t female protagonists be heroes? Look at my friend Blue. She is just as strong and brave as any of the boys at Lord Channing’s. She can be the hero of her ow
