Cassandra Beaumont stood before her ornate mirror in her fancy bedroom, scrutinizing her reflection. Today was significantly different from other days because she has made her mind to step outside much to the horror of her uncle whom always protested against it.
But for someone like her, stepping outside came with a lot of stress. There were so many things she had to write off. So many adjustments she had to make if she wanted to fit in and look like she belonged in the streets of Drakoria.
Her usual attire of fine silk gowns and delicate lace had been replaced by a more modest ensemble. A simple blouse, tailored trousers, and sturdy boots was what she wore to look the part and it did work as it gave her a surprisingly common appearance.
