[ Her eyes flick to him, staring, dark, intense. Lauralae had stood up for herself, her place in the world, her enjoyment of her own isolation, and all she had been given were manacles around her wrists and a discomfort that settled deep in her stomach, the knowledge that she might die.
Careful, she turns her head away, a touch morose. ]
I controlled myself. My future. That had been enough.
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[ Her eyes flick to him, staring, dark, intense. Lauralae had stood up for herself, her place in the world, her enjoyment of her own isolation, and all she had been given were manacles around her wrists and a discomfort that settled deep in her stomach, the knowledge that she might die.
Careful, she turns her head away, a touch morose. ]
I controlled myself. My future. That had been enough.