She'll prove Gilbert wrong. She could take control of her life. She was not a doll.

The very next day Elizaveta woke up early before her first maid could awaken her and got out of bed. She made her way to her wardrobe to dress herself and was surprised to see how many dresses she owned all in different colors and patterns. Who needed this many clothes anyway? Perhaps it was because she had never once dressed herself that she hadn't noticed the amount of dresses she owned.

Elizaveta settled on a simple forest green dress that hung loosely on her frame. All her clothes were already loose in order to not limit blood flow, but this one was particularly comfy. She mimicked her maids movements to pull it on, the back buttons proving to be quite difficult to button up. At the end she was panting and took to her chair by her fireplace, which had went out when she was asleep. It was a at this time that Katyusha had walked in and was horrified at the scene in front of her.

"My Lady! What are you doing out of bed?" She questioned as she ran up to her.

"I was feeling restless, I could not sit still." She explained lightly.

"That is unacceptable. You should think of your health and get back into bed. Why are you already dressed?" She asked again, becoming hysterical.

"I had the desire to dress myself this morning."

"This is absurd! Lady Elizaveta you must get into bed." Kat muttered trying to lead her back to her large bed.

"No Kat." She said firmly, force hinting at her tone. "I wish to have my breakfast in the dinnig room this morning."

Kat was about to refuse but was hushed by the look in her eyes. She had no choice but to obey her mistress. She nodded and gave Elizaveta her blood shot and stood by as Elizaveta got up and headed for the door.

Antonio saluted her when she walked out, he had her chair prepared for her, but she walked past it.

"My Lady!" The two called at the same time.

"You must not walk! Your health!" Kat tried to remind her.

Elizaveta briefly stopped to answer her before continuing down the hall. "I have two good legs, it's about time I used them."

Antonio and Katyusha looked warily at each other then followed after. By the time they had reached the dinning room, her legs were feeling weak, but she refused to surrender and walked herself to her chair. She called a maid over to request her meal from the chef. She wanted a plate of fish with a side of potatoes.

"My Lady, you can not have solids in the morning! Your body is far to weak to digest it, the meal will rob you of your energy!" Kat piped up again, worried by the sudden change in her Lady's behavior.

"I appreciate the concern Kat, but I'll be fine." Elizaveta told her and began to munch of her food. She had only ever had soup with the occasional bread for breakfast in order to not overwork her body's digestive system. She enjoyed being able to have whatever she wanted, soup got boring after awhile.

After she was done with her meal, her first maid tried to take her to her daily lessons but she refused to go, claiming that she didn't need lessons and instead decided to on a walk through gardens. Kat tried to stop her, or at least tried to get her to take the chair, but Elizaveta did not listen and walked there.

It had been too long since she had last been to gardens, she used to spend her days here as a girl, happy and carefree. So much had changed since then that it all seemed like a distant memory.

Elizaveta visited her favorite part of the field of flowers, where the lillys and roses were. Sitting down, the brunette let herself get lost in the smell of the flowers, and the feeling of the breeze and sunlight against her skin.

"You really should be in the shade, My Lady." Katyusha's voice shattered the silence.

"Kat can I ask you something?" She asked suddenly.

"Of course." The blond answered from her spot a little ways of to the side of her.

"If your days were numbered, how would you spend them?"

The maid was surprised at the question and didn't know how to answer right away. "Well I... um... would..." her voice shivered as she tried to gain composer. "I would spend them with my family."

Elizaveta chuckled lightly, not out of spite, but with good heart. She knew from the constant stories and mentioning of her siblings that Kat cared for them deeply. It was just like her to want to spend her time with them. But what did she want? Now that she was finally doing things for herself for a change, did it all end here? How would she end her days? Would she still being doing the same thing every day until she died? If so, wouldn't it be better to just die right there? If life wasn't going to change and she had no possibility of a future, what was the point of living? What had been keeping her going this long? She never had any friends who weren't paid to stay by her side and weren't servants who put her on a pedestal. She had never seen what the world had to offer. Elizaveta didn't know what she would do if she wasn't like this. If she had been normal, where would she be now? Would she be surrounded by friends? Would she be able to go to a normal school? Would she be leading a normal life no different from anyone else, in no way special or treated differently?

Rather abruptly, Elizaveta's thoughts were interrupted by a loud cough of her father's informant. He was a tall slender man with dark hair, dressed in the same uniform all the other male servants wore; a pair of black slacks with a white dress shirt and maroon red jacket with a black tie.

"Mistress, your father seeks your presence right away." He said to her without making eye contact, as most of her servants did; excluding Antonio, Arthur, Kat, and Gilbert.

Elizaveta sighed and sat up, her vision becoming blurry for a moment due to her standing up to quickly. She was led to her father's study on foot as she once again refused to take her chair. But Antonio and Katyusha followed closely with the chair in tow in case she needed it. The same informant knocked on the door to announce her arrival. When the call to come in was heard from her father, she walked in but wasn't followed by the others. The informant closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

Elizaveta walked up to her father's desk and sat in an armchair in front. Sir Héderváry was silent for a few moments before he began.

"Elizaveta."

"Yes?" She answered.

"I heard you skipped your lessons today." He grunted, disapproval littering his tone.

"I did not have the desire to attend my lesson." The brunette replied with a strong voice.

"And what of your wheelchair? I had heard you refused it today as well."

"I also did not desire my chair today."

"*Sigh* Elizaveta you must attend your lessons and to take care of yourself. It is important for you, as my heir, to be knowledgeable and healthy in order to take over the Héderváry business firm." He told her as he had a thousand times.

"I'm afraid I'll die before I can become what you want me to be. You should focus on finding someone else to take over, father."

"Elizaveta!" Sir Héderváry raised his voice. Elizaveta shrank in her seat but stopped herself.

"It's true. I won't make it to see another summer." She said more hushed than before.

"Daughter if you neglect your health you neglect any chances of getting better. We made a deal that you would tolerate the extra care provided for you. Don't make me take away your horse." Sir Héderváry threatened in a serious, but worried tone. Elizaveta knew deep down that he was only worried about losing his only child, especially after he lost his wife. But his threat had set her off in a flurry of furry and fear.

"Father you can't do that! Candlelight is all I have left from mother!" She begged him.

"I have no choice if continue any further with rebellious nonsense of yours!" He stood from his chair and yelled her. "If you don't stop you'll leave me no choice but to kill Candlelight!"

Elizaveta jumped up from her chair as well and shouted back at him, tears brimming her eyes. "Then why don't you kill me too! You already ruined my life so why don't you end it!?" She screamed.

Sir Héderváry was immediately muted by her out burst. His heart ached at what had become of his beloved daughter. Tears began to fall down his face as well at the sight of her running out the door. He couldn't muster up any strength to run after her.

Elizaveta charged out of the room, dodging and pushing past servants and guards. She didn't mean to hurt her father like she did, but she was angry, and sad, and confused. She had begun to question her life. Something she had never done before. Elizaveta had always just accepted her life the way it was and continue on to please her father's expectations, expecting death at anytime. But the words Gilbert spoke to her made her question her resolve to continue on as she had been. That's when it dawned on her. This was all Gilbert's fault.

Elizaveta came to a stop to find herself in front of the stables. Running up to her horse, she quickly hopped on, not bothering with a saddle. She had to get out of her.

"Lizzy?" A voice called behind her, she turned around and saw a very confused prussian walking up to the stables, dresses for their ridding session. "What's wrong?"

The heiress ignored his question and took off on Candlelight. Gilbert quickly rushed to his own horse and raced after her. Elizaveta was uncomfortable without a saddle but didn't stop, not even when the guards tried to wave her down. Candle forcible kicked the gates open with her hooves and continued out side of the main house and down the gravel road. Elizaveta led her into the forest, not bothering to look where she was going as she cried into her horse's neck. Her vision was almost completely black, her head was spinning like a top and she began to lose feeling in her limbs.

"Lizzy!" The voice came again. Gilbert had just caught up to the crying girl and was quickly gaining on her.

"Leave me alone!" She shouted at him.

Her arms were becoming more and more limp, making it harder to hold on. Not a moment after she had shouted had she collapsed on Candlelight's back and slid off, falling of the side of the road. Gilbert quickly pulled over and hopped off his steed. Kneeling down at her side he brought her head onto his lap and wiped her face.

"Lizzy? Are you okay?" He asked timidly.

Elizaveta opened her eyes slowly and looked over to where she thought he was. Which was completely in a different direction.

"This is all your fault..." She cried, ceaseless tears continuously rolled down her cheeks. "...I want to live."

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Gilbert stood in front of Elizaveta's room standing guard alongside Antonio. By then everyone in the manor had learned of the Lady's strange behavior and fight with the master. All the servants were buzzing with gossip, some claiming to have seen her break down, others exaggerating what they had actually seen.

Katyusha was sitting in her room with her right now as she slept, she had been the most worried of the servants.

Her father sat in his room, refusing to see his daughter yet. He clearly still needed time to digest what had just happened.

Elizaveta had yet to wake up, she had pumped too much blood she didn't have today. Her exhausted body had becoming completely limp, almost as if she had passed. Only the careful rise and fall of her chest told other wise.

Gilbert was plagued by the words she had spoken to him. Why was it so bad that she wanted to live? Clearly what he had said yesterday had effected her more than he had expected. The prusssian blond felt even worse than before about what he had said, but was also even more intrigued. What had caused her to go as far as risk her health and break out of her home? He had an uncanny desire to get to know and understand this girl. See life the way she did and possibly help her change for the better. Although Gilbert still regretted what he said, he now saw a path to get closer to Elizaveta.

He had to talk to her as soon as she awoke. He wanted to help her, and if that meant that he would have to go to extreme lengths to do that he would take the risk. He just had to trudge carefully in what he did and said.

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Woah that turned out longer than I thought, but that's okay. Sorry if you find reputation of words, this chapter was a little rushed.

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