"Don't touch anything there and also remember to be on your best behaviour. I will quickly finish my business with the lord, and then we can go visit the market if you want. Are you okay with that?"
"Yes, Father."
A young girl, barely seven years old, replied meekly as her father looked at her warmly.
"You are such a nice girl, Sasha."
Sasha's father patted her head with care, as their carriage had already entered the grounds of House Dracoth.
The horse neighed as the driver made it stop just before the guard post.
Sasha, along with her father, got off from the carriage as the nearby guards inspected them.
Sasha was a little scared, as the broad frames of the guards made her nervous.
"I have the letter of visit."
Sasha's father handed a small letter to the head guard, who, upon reading it, had his brows raised in surprise.
"You may go."
Receiving the permission, Sasha's father held her hand as he guided her to the palace before them.
