She looks at him and sighs. "Now....thats not true of me....i grow up with my mother....She a duchess....And for the most part i was normal....until my tenth birthday....My father came and took me from her....I ran away many times only to be beaten went they found me. My life was not as different from yours....the only difference was you had to do it i was forced to." she said to him. She looked down at her legs and cussed as she covered them up. There was bright red spots on her hands from pressing against them. "There are times where i just want to die." she said to him.