Kamryn wrapped herself in a light robe and went to confront her mother. However, when she opened the door and stepped out, the person standing in front of her home was not the person she expected to see.
"Lady Darshee?" Kamryn stared at the mess of the young female in front of her.
"Lady Kamryn, thank the gods you are home!" Darshee's eyes began to tear up.
"What happened to you?" Kamryn could smell the sugary scent of baked goods covering the young female from head to toe.
"I was attacked by a group of jealous conniving evil witches. They poured drinks and threw pastries at me!" Darshee cried out loud, explaining why she is mess.
"Why?"
"Sniff...sniff...because someone spread false rumors about me all over the city! They wouldn't let me explain myself before they started to attack me!"