Little Mara was not in the mood to rule her clan, but she had to; she must build her own power, not only because she is the Clan Leader, they must follow her, but out of conviction in her. Even though she is seven years old, she needs to earn their respect.
Mara bathed and changed in half an hour, putting on a red cute pompous dress, making her skill and plump lips showcase their beauty, and her beautiful golden eyes shining more than yesterday.
After that, she did nothing else and left her room. The mansion is the same as the one she has lived in for as long as she can remember, but the faces of the servants and maids, she sees, are not the same as before.
Stopping one passer-by servant, the little girl with an expressionless face asks her.
"Where are all the servants from before?"
The servant girl, a little frightened, stammered as she answered her.
"Clan... Leader... T... They... are..."
