My mom would always tell me to be kind to the people around me. She'd tell me to say please and thank you whenever I was given something, asked for or not. I never understood why but she'd always say it was the polite thing to do. Nonetheless, I cherished her words like the stolen pieces of hard candy I'd sneak from her purse on occasion.
But she never told me what to say when your fiancé slaps you for disobeying him. She never told me what to do if he forces himself on you after repeated attempts of trying escape and loud screams of "NO"
Life already isn't a fairytale. This is even more true when you're a slave in a kingdom full of lustful vampires and you're also a 17 year old virgin.