Adara's shoulders sank at the question. "I-I..." She stuttered. She didn't know what to say. "I-my father..." Adara didn't know what to say. Instead she rolled up her sleeve and pointed to multiple bruises on her shoulder. Some viewed her father as a gifted strategist, but he was crueler then he looked. After she protested against an arranged marriage, he had beat her. Of course, it wasn't the first time. She had been beaten so many times, but the last time was the last straw. "I wish I had never been found, I'd rather be six feet under at the age of three," She muttered.