The True Owner of the Land (3)

Arianell jumped up startled, as she quickly turned her head to the direction of the sound, only to find the dark-skinned woman sitting there nonchalantly. The window was open, and the raindrops were getting inside, staining the floor with huge puddles.

"Are you two lovebirds having an argument right now? How cute…" The woman stepped inside the room, behaving like she just caught them in the middle of the secret meeting. Her black eyes gleamed with amusement and a little smile decorated her mysterious face.

Her skin, eyes and hair colour were the same as Mihail's. She was also tall and slim, dressed in a loose blouse and well-fitted pants. The women in this world only wore dresses, even those poor and working in the field. Seeing someone dressed differently was scoffed upon, but Arianell did find her to be cool.