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he wooden door, harsh and unyielding, sli

ing ages. Do you truly think you're privileged enough to

raight through the door. Every syllable dripped with smug, petty arrogance. She reveled in lord

never bothered to hide her scorn. To her, I was nothing more than a usele

soaking my worn nightgown, my heart

, and even the dust in the air felt terrifyingly familiar. This was not a dream.

r the military Title of Honor I had earned through blood and battle to Miss Corinne, I obeyed. That cowardly surrender was the first step toward ruin: Ster

in, her face twisted into a pinched, disapproving scowl, her eyes sweeping over my disheveled form with a disg

eg the Matron for mercy and hand over your military Title of Honor to Miss Corinne. Dress humble, k

jolting loose the flood of buried memories. This da

nd with a noble title she could secure a far grander match. In my previous life, I had carried out that order exactly as written. I had personally han

o longer the foolish, craving girl who begged for a family's love.I had died in the flames, witnessed

and unflinching, no longer clouded by flustered

not we

speak with such unyielding authority, such frigid defiance. For twe

issed, stunned and furiou

ing through her rant like a blade. "I will get re

d instantly. She hesitated, a flicker of unease flashing across her face, before

s tightening fiercely on the dull fabric-the symbol of my past humiliation, my blind compromise, my self-destruction.

trieved my well-worn field uniform, wrapped safely in oilcloth. The black reinforced trousers and fitted tact

stern knot at my nape. Glancing at the cracked mirror, I no longer saw a we

pyre for the naive girl who had burned to death in the fire. This Au

impatiently in the hallway, and her jaw dropped the

ssible! The Matro

th biting, icy sarcasm. "I have much

ep firm and deliberate. The cool dawn air brushe

one for anyone. This time, I would burn