"Miss Esma, I've always wanted to ask where you come from?" said a young girl in the branded clothes of the Queens Guild, sitting by the driver's seat. She glanced at the girl with the unusual hair, who was flipping through her smartphone in the front seat of the SUV.
Esma raised her head and looked at the girl, then returned to her smartphone.
"I'm from Cel... damn!" Esma almost misspoke, but, cursing to herself, she remembered her legend and continued:
"I'm from a small town, an orphan. I don't remember my parents."
"Oh," the girl driver said, returning her gaze to the steering wheel.
She glanced at Esma from time to time, finding her charming. Over the past few days, Esma had become very popular in the Queens Guild, quickly gaining the position of the real princess of their Guild. And all the Guild members were very interested to learn more about her.
"Ah... how can she be so charming!" the girl driver exclaimed in her mind.
