"My mother bore 736 scars, from whipping and being stabbed and slashed, from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, on every. single. part. of her body, she endured the nobles abuse and sadism for nine years, and she was used for their sick pleasure, in the dungeons that run under this castle. They were not just stories to scare me, they were a warning, that I would not fall into the same life as she had, and die in that life of abuse and torture." She said, her eyes we're moist and she was clearly upset and angry, the memory of taking care of her mother when she was sickly, bathing her, dressing her, seeing all the scars, which she had counted over and over again over the years. "My mother and father may not have been schooled like all these high and mighty nobles, but they we're no fools..." She said, tears running down her face, which she quickly wiped away and rubbed her eyes, forcing herself to stop crying.(100 of them? Wow.)
Kat rolled her eyes. "How do you know that these aren't just stories meant to scare a young child. Maybe you have believed these fools tales longer than necessary."