Leona was rarely in a bad mood. And even when she was, it never lasted long enough to be called very bad.
She had learned how to wield a sword at an age when most girls her age were still playing with dolls or chasing butterflies in sunlit fields.
But a peaceful life? That was a luxury she could never afford.
Of course, she had felt frustrated—watching other children laugh and run around freely while she was stuck in grueling training day after day. But even then, she wasn't angry. Just... annoyed.
It was the same during those awkward years when she had to learn how to act like a boy—how to blend in with them, how to talk, how to move.
All of it for the sake of her clan.
Her role was clear: find a worthy husband. Someone who could match her in strength or potential. It was her duty.
That, too, she accepted. Annoyed, yes. But not angry.
And now, here she was at Velcrest Academy. Still carrying the secret burden of her disguise. No longer Leona Harper.
