Chapter 8: An heir’s trial.
"Good morning, Your Majesty; I hope the day greets you well."
The woman dressed in a brown dress slightly bowed her head.
Standing in front of her was a little girl, a year older than Sylus.
She was fair and beautiful, with long black hair that reached her lower back.
Her eyes were dark and lifeless, like staring directly into an abyss.
Sylus stared at the girl for a while, something about her drawing him in.
"Who is she?"
He pointed.
The woman was so excited, her eyes lit up.
Unlike the other options Sylus had walked past, she was the only one he bothered asking a question about.
"She is my daughter, Your Majesty." She touched her daughter’s shoulder. "I sell wood and alcohol to a village to the west, and she assists me."