When a day start bad it’s up to me to do everything in my power so it doesn’t affect me. Singing a small song that Leonore used to sing me occasionally while she was still living here put me in a better mood.

  “I found a feather in the hall,

  Just like the ones you wore,

  And though you’re gone beyond the wall,

  I feel you by the door.

  You used to sing when skies were gray,

  And braid my hair with thread,

  Now I hum your song each day,

  To hold you close instead.

  So I’ll keep dancing down the stair,

  Where shadows like to play,

  And sing your love into the air

  Until I’m light someday.

  Feathers float, and dreams begin,

  When hearts are strong like yours,

  I’ll smile again through storm and sin

  My song will open doors.”

  [New skill acquired]

  [Singing Lv1]

  Every servant I cross in the halls keep staring at me, like I’m some kind of weirdo for singing a song without caring for my image.

  ‘Why should I care for what you think of me?’

  I leave behind any thoughts to establish the perfect image of the daughter of a high noble. Being the daughter of the Viscount hasn’t brought me anything good, I cannot even run away without the guards bringing me back, the Viscount won’t defy the crown and if I disappear it would look like he is against them.

  With that thought in mind I start dancing while I dance across the halls, if they are going to think that I’m some lunatic, the best thing for me to do and entertain me it’s going to be acting like I lose my mind.

  “What do you think you’re doing?!” I hear someone screaming to me.

  Turning around I can see the angry face of my mother, and a part of me is truly amused by it.

  “Being happy mother!” I know how much she hates when I call her that way.

  “I say that you shouldn’t call me that way, it’s not the proper way a Lady can refer to her mother.”

  “I don’t care about my image.”

  “Do you enjoy embarrassing this family?”

  “I was singing for Leonore, she used to love singing when she was with us.”

  “Oh, how charming, Shall I throw a grand ball for you and your imaginary friends? You think songs will make people love you? They won’t.”

  I start get angry at her, clenching my hands and grabbing a part of my dress in an effort to control my emotions, even if I’m in the body of a small child I cannot act like one.

  “Leonore loved my songs.”

  “She was paid to pretend she did. Enough of this nonsense, you are a Viscount’s daughter, nor some child from the streets without any education.”

  “Enjoy life mother, if you keep getting angry the Viscount won’t come to you.”

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  When the words leave my mouth I can see I cross a line of hers, the change in her eyes is instantly.

  The atmosphere transforms and I can feel as if a sword is against my throat, and at any moment it can cut it. Her servants get on their knees with sweat covering their faces.

  I’m able to withstand it, this level of power I’ve been feeling it coming from master Rod every day for the past five years, my body has come accustomed to it, it’s even lower that the level master Rod is capable to deploy.

  “Why are you so worried of a little cursed child mother?”

  [New skill acquired]

  [Incitement Lv1]

  “So it was you who do that do the servants who we cross before this? They keep repeating how the cursed child almost kill them.” I can feel the anger in mother’s voice.

  “They try to harm me, why should I allow it?”

  “What evidence do you have?”

  “The same as they, it’s my word against them.”

  “You really think that it’s enough?” She says and starts walking towards me. I can see in her eyes how she’s losing her sanity, everyone keeps mentioning she served in the military, I wonder if she has any sequels or traumas, it’s really abnormal how she lose her composure in a moment.

  She’s activating some skills because each words she says it’s charged with power, I feel the urge to serve her and comply with everything that comes out of her mouth.

  I activate my mental resistance and that alleviates the pressure in my mind.

  My danger sense skill activated on its own and it’s telling me to treat this carefully. I need to think attentively my next words, for more that I like to push my mother to the edge, she could kill me if I go too far.

  “Lady Audry won’t need to worry about me for long, the trial will be held in a month after all.” I don’t refer to her as my mother any longer, I activate my change of atmosphere skill when the words leave my mouth, and fortunately it seems to work because she retract her power.

  The sanity return to her eyes and she gives me a tense smile.

  “You are right, in a month this ridiculous act will be over.” What a wonderful mother she is, getting happy for the prospect of her only daughter dying.

  “Then if you excuse me.” I try to give a small courtesy bending my head, but she stops me before I can leave.

  “You know you cannot treat that way the servants, if you need to do it, do so when no one can watch and don’t leave any clue leading to you, once in a while it’s wonderful to teach this people a lesson, just don’t implicate me.”

  “I don’t do that for pleasure, if they didn’t want to harm me, I would never have done something to them.”

  “I don’t really care, so you don’t need to lie.” She approaches and bending a little so her mouth can be in the same level as my ear she whispers something to me. “No matter what you do, you will always be the cursed child.”

  She leaves with her servants, who appear to be shaking with fear, they seem to expect the worst being surrounded by a time bomb like my mother, she can explode at any moment and with that take some lives.

  I refused to give her the power to affect my mental state, if she really thought that with her theatrics she would stop my performance she’s in the wrong.

  ‘Everyone needs a little singing and dancing in their lives.’

  With that thought in mind, I will continue with another song maybe it’s an effort to defy my mother, since Leonore left the house, singing has become in my own shield, a declaration of my inner world that no one can touch. I won’t allow them to steal my joy.

  “You can frown and stomp and shout,

  Lock the sun and chase me out,

  But I’ve got stars beneath my feet

  And songs that make the silence sweet!

  You wear crowns made out of ice,

  But I’ve got dreams that melt it twice,

  So hush your words, I’m off to live

  The wind and I have places to be.

  And every time you say I can’t

  I’ll plant a song just like a chant!”

  Singing and dancing across the house I arrive at the reception room, a lot of servants are running everywhere, trying to complete the final touches in time, I notice Liam and Mateo across the hall but they seem to busy talking among themselves. The moment they see me, they look surprised the same way the servants were when they saw me in this dress and with a different hair style.

  I wait at the edge of the room, waiting for the event to start.