She listened as he went on and she shook her head. "Then you still don't understand. I can easily fix the library so it is back in running order; I just need time. Time that I'm not allow. And no one gives a goddamn about common courtesy. It is one thing to be alive and it is another to be alive living in prison-like conditions."
Then maybe I before death, she said to herself before her temper really started to flare. "The option to marry? So now I need permission?! First it is restrictions on where we can go and what we can do. Now it's no complaining or rights to disagree with the ruling leaders. And suddenly, I have to have permission to get married?"
She was shaking so badly that the candle flames nearest her began to send sparks. "If you think giving up everything that brings a the tiniest grain of happiness as minimal than I suppose I haven't given enough. Would you like my pieces of parchments? My room? My wand? The clothes off my back? Take it all. I have no rights anyway."