The next morning, Lady Beatrice had a visitor. He was a foreigner. He came from the faraway land of Gravnar.
"You come from a beautiful country, sir. What push you to land on our shore? This is a small kingdom, Kingdom of Umber," Lady Beatrice welcomed the visitor gracefully. She had a wide and plastic smile on her mouth.
"Let's do away with small talk, Lady Beatrice!" The stranger remained serious.
"Oh, but I'm not Lady Beatrice!" she denied vigorously. "I am Miss Leona de Padua!"
"You are Lady Beatrice. Here is your picture, twenty-seven years ago." A piece of paper was put on the table. It was a young Lady Beatrice!
"Who are you?" She abandoned her pretending. Her hand had tightened on her small knife under her petticoat.
"I am the solicitor of your late father's estate. Attorne
