Chapter 89: Coming of age

In Drakoria, the very city Zafron and Matilda ran to that was brimming with magic, one thing remained as mundane as any other place: the social divide. The rich and the poor, separated by invisible but impenetrable walls of wealth and status. Magic might flow through the streets, but it couldn't bridge the gap between those who had and those who had not.

Somewhere in the heart of the city, in a grand bedroom with gold trimmed furniture, sat a young woman in an elegant blue night dress consisting of a top that showed her perky breasts sitting comfortably on her chest and a short that revealed her slender fleshy thighs and long beautiful legs.

Her reflection in the ornate mirror just in front of her showed a face of pristine beauty, framed by long, dark hair that an older woman was carefully arranging.