Under a thin layer of ice, the colorful small fishes played in the lake. At noon, under a clear blue sky, one could see the reflection of the beautiful passing carriage. Each carriage bore a different sigil on its door, indicating which pack they had come from. One by one they drove into the clearing, then stopped in front of the Duman Moon packhouse. The expensive parcels were being unloaded by Omegas and taken directly to the packhouse.
Lured in by the large big boxes of clothes that bore the mark of the most expensive shops in the Dyson Kingdom, Laila watched through her window. They contained beautiful gowns in an array of colors that every woman in the Kingdom dreamed of owning. The quality of clothing that was being delivered was rich and from the neighboring prosperous Kingdom. Th
