-This chapter is written using Isabella's POV-
It's been some time since someone needed to come and knock on my door to wake me up.
It used to be a habit of mine to step out of bed as late as possible, but recently, I started to enjoy the mornings a little more.
At first, it was out of necessity since a certain group was forcing me to train and study every day.
But I started appreciating it with time as I got to know them better. Every morning there was something I wanted to ask them about, and they were always happy to talk to me and show me new things.
Truly, I'm glad for them.
There were times when I was so afraid of stepping out that I even thought being locked up was for the better.
I'm not sure what would have become of me if that went on, but... Because of that, I can precisely understand the frantic knocking on the door.
The person behind it knows very well how much I've changed, and if my guess is right, he's trying to protect said changes.
