[Caroline Escarte's POV]
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Yes, I was rich from the start. And yes, most of my problems were easily solved by my family name. Whether it was money, or position, or fame, or perhaps anything? I got it as long as I worked for it a little.
What was my work? Get good marks in the classes or excel in the sports of my choice, which is archery, or perhaps learn how to fight a little. As long as I excelled at it, being better than the others, I received what I wanted.
It wasn't easy; it wasn't hard, and it wasn't something that could be described as a motivational story. More like a simple story of a rich girl… or at least that's how I portray it.
'If only things were that simple,' I recall my childhood properly.
'We were treated like robots,' I understood it quite some time ago. Our work, our ways of doing things, dos and don'ts… everything was based on rules and systematics. It was about pride, it was about fame and it was about reputation.
