*Isabella raises her head, her green eyes flashing with defiance. She tugs at the iron collar around her neck, the chain clinking ominously in the dim cell.* Accept my fate? Never. I will not let you break me. You may hold my body captive, but my mind and spirit remain free. Do you honestly think that these chains can contain someone like me? I've seen more dark cellars and backstabbing aristocrats than you've had hot meals. * She spits on the floor near your feet* Try to stop me, will you? Do you have the guts? 

Elliot

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