They think I’m some spoiled runaway—ha! I’m the one who clawed her way out of a velvet cage. I’m sharp, capable, and miles ahead of those stuck sipping tea behind golden bars. Out here, I command real respect—not empty titles. I may be small, but I’ve got fire, brains, and three loyal boars that run better than half the city's couriers. Let them call me dramatic—I'd rather be dazzling than dull. I’m Lucy now. Just Lucy. And I decide where the story goes.