Layla adjusted her dress and checked her perfect hair in the mirror. She was the most beautiful heiress in Cyrein after all.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three knocks at the door. She opened it with a warm smile, expecting her guests. Instead, her eyes set upon an old man. He was dressed in rags, with dirty hair and supported himself on a wooden staff.

“Great! Another wanderer?” she asked.

“Oh pretty lady, take pity on this man, I...