The port city of Puretomarino of South roble lies on the western coast of the Roble Holy kingdom. A direct sea route from Rimrun is available, which aids in its passage of travelers who visit Rimrun for the winter holidays or Holy days. At the heart of Puretomarino lies its harbor, a bustling nexus of trade and commerce. Ships of all sizes, their sails billowing with the hopes of profit, find safe refuge within the sheltered harbor's embrace. A maze of docks, piers, and quays stretches out, a vibrant web of activity where goods from distant lands exchange hands. Here, sailors' chants harmonize with the calls of seagulls, and the briny scent of the sea mingles with the rich aroma of spices and exotic wares.

Beyond the harbor, the city's rugged coastal beauty unfolds. Rocky shores, adorned with tenacious vegetation, guard the city against the sea's relentless advances. Weathered cliffs plunge into the waves, their majestic grandeur serving as a reminder of nature's unwavering presence. While beaches are scarce, the rocky coast possesses its own enchanting allure, captivating the hearts of artists and nature lovers alike.

The city itself is a testament to both maritime heritage and medieval charm. Stone buildings with terracotta roofs line the streets, bearing witness to 200 years of seafaring tradition. Along the waterfront, these structures boast vibrant colors and nautical motifs, celebrating Puretomarino's deep-rooted connection to the ocean. Cobblestone streets meander through the city, leading to bustling markets, taverns, and guild halls. Each building tells a story of both practicality and cultural richness.

Inside the comfortable confines of her family's home in Puretomarino, Veela sat by a small window that overlooked the bustling streets of the port city. The room was adorned with trinkets from distant lands, exotic fabrics, and the subtle fragrance of spices—testaments to her family's prosperous trading ventures.

Veela, a young woman of eighteen with striking black hair and vibrant green eyes, gazed out of the window, lost in her thoughts. She was in a gown, a contrast to her surroundings that reflected her unique position in this bustling coastal city.

Her father, a respected merchant, had always nurtured her talents. While it was unusual for women to practice magic in Roble, her abilities had earned her family's support and admiration. Yet, Veela couldn't shake a sense of restlessness that had been building within her.

She contemplated the sea beyond, its horizon a realm of endless possibilities and mysteries. Tier 2 magic—the power she possessed—was both a gift and a burden. The desire to explore the true depths of her abilities gnawed at her, a thirst for knowledge and adventure that she couldn't ignore.

As she pondered her future, the soft footsteps of her younger brother, Tavion, approached. He was a boy of sixteen, recently married, and still adjusting to the responsibilities of adulthood.

"Veela," he called out gently as he entered the room. "What occupies your thoughts on this fine morning?"

Veela turned to face him, a flicker of a smile crossing her lips. She could see the curiosity in his eyes, mirrored by her own eagerness for discovery. Tavion's presence was a reminder of the bonds that tied her to her family and the city they called home.

Turning her attention to Tavion, who had settled into a nearby chair, she couldn't help but share her thoughts. "Tavion, I can't help but think of Her Majesty, Queen Calca," she began, her voice laced with fondness. "She's a symbol of strength and kindness, a beacon of hope for our kingdom."

Tavion, however, wore a faint frown, his expression one of bemusement mixed with mild exasperation. "Veela, you think too much of her," he chided gently. "You're too fond of the queen. It's as if you've placed her on a pedestal even higher than the cliffs of Puretomarino."

Veela chuckled, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. "Perhaps I do, dear brother. But you must understand, Queen Calca embodies the ideals and virtues that our kingdom stands for. I've written so many letters to her, and this summer when she visits the Palace of Roble, I'll finally have the chance to present them to her."

Tavion couldn't help but smile at his sister's enthusiasm. While he might not share her fervor for the queen, he respected Veela's unwavering devotion.

"Very well, Veela," he said, rising from his chair. "Just remember not to become as manly as Remedios Custodio, or I might not recognize you."

Veela laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, please! I promise not to grow a mustache or start wearing plate armor."

Tavion grinned mischievously. "And you won't be charging into battle with a sword the size of a tree, will you? You were quite the little tomboy when we were younger."

Veela couldn't help but laugh at Tavion's playful jest. His humor always had a way of brightening her spirits.

But as the laughter subsided, Veela decided to delve into a more serious conversation. "You know, Tavion, Father doesn't truly appreciate my gift," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Tavion frowned, his eyes filled with concern. "What do you mean, Veela?"

She leaned closer, her voice lowering as she shared her thoughts. "He sees my magic as a means to aid his business ventures, and I do, willingly. But deep down, I sense that he considers it more of a burden than a blessing. It's difficult for him to find suitors for me when they discover I can wield magic."

Tavion's expression grew thoughtful, and he reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Veela, you mustn't let that trouble you. Your abilities are a gift, and one day, the right person will appreciate them for what they are. Father's concerns are his own, but I believe in your potential."

Veela smiled, touched by her brother's words. It was moments like these that reminded her of the unwavering support she had within her family, even when the world outside held its doubts.

"Thank you, Tavion," she said, her eyes brimming with gratitude.

A soft knock echoed at the door. A maid, dressed in a neat and modest uniform, entered the room, her eyes cast respectfully downward. "Forgive my intrusion, young master and mistress, but breakfast has been served. Your presence is requested in the dining room."

Tavion nodded to the maid with a polite smile. "Thank you, Mary. We'll be right there."

With the interruption acknowledged, Veela and Tavion rose from their seats and made their way to the grand dining room. The opulence of their family's home was most evident here, with a long, polished wooden table that could easily accommodate a dozen guests. Intricately carved chairs with plush cushions awaited their occupants, and fine silverware and crystal glasses gleamed in the soft morning light.

Veela and Tavion exchanged smiles as they greeted their mother and father, who were already seated at the head of the table. The room was bathed in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through heavy curtains, and the aroma of a delicious breakfast wafted from the serving platters that covered the table.

Their mother, a graceful woman with a gentle smile, looked up from her plate as they approached. "Good morning, my dears," she said warmly, her eyes filled with affection. "I trust you both slept well?"

As they took their seats, Isabela turned to Tavion, inquiring, "Has Adelina settled in yet? I've noticed she is absent this breakfast."

Tavion replied, "Good morning, Mother. Adelina is in our room; she's still asleep. We're adjusting to our new life together."

Alejandro, the father, couldn't resist a teasing comment, "Ah, Tavion, a good husband should always be by his wife's side, not letting her sleep alone."

Isabela gently chided her husband, "Alejandro, you know it can be difficult for a young lady to adjust to a new house, especially with your son."

With a hint of sarcasm, Alejandro remarked, "Well, she should be by her husband's side."

Veela, ever curious about her family's businesses, politely interrupted her father, "Father, may I ask how our trade routes to the Bahruth Empire are progressing? I've heard that their demand for our exotic goods has been increasing."

Alejandro's eyes lit up with enthusiasm for the topic. "Indeed, Veela, trade with the Bahruth Empire has been nothing short of exceptional. Our spices, textiles, and unique artifacts have captured the imaginations of their people. In fact, some of their nobility have developed a particular fondness for our goods. It's a prosperous venture that continues to grow."

Veela leaned forward with interest, her eyes sparkling. "That's wonderful to hear, Father. Do you think we should consider expanding our market to the Re-Estize Kingdom as well? I've heard rumors that their aristocracy appreciates fine craftsmanship."

Alejandro nodded in agreement but with a hint of reservation. "We have indeed traded with the Re-Estize Kingdom in the past, but their nobility has been known for its... instability. Recently, the security and economics of the Bahruth Empire have shown significant improvement. I have more faith in their nobility's integrity and ability to honor our trade agreements. It might be wise to prioritize the Bahruth Empire over the Re-Estize Kingdom in our future endeavors."

As the family delved into more details about potential trade partners, Veela couldn't help but bring up another aspect that had been on her mind. She knew it was a subject that might not align with her father's views.

"Father, I've also been considering the inclusion of magical items in our trade portfolio," Veela ventured. "There's a growing demand for enchanted goods in various parts of the kingdom, especially among adventurers and mages. Perhaps we could explore the possibility of acquiring magical items from reputable sources."

Alejandro's expression shifted, reflecting a degree of reluctance. "Veela, you know I have reservations about dealing with magical items. The costs can be high, and there's always a level of unpredictability when it comes to enchantments. It's a market I've always been cautious about."

Veela couldn't deny her father's concerns, but her own experiences as a magic caster made her more optimistic. "I understand your concerns, Father. However, with my knowledge of magic and the connections we've established, I believe we can find reliable sources. Magical items can fetch high prices, and their demand is only increasing. It's a niche market with significant potential."

Isabela, Veela and Tavion's mother, interjected with a gentle tone. "Perhaps it's worth considering, Alejandro. Veela has a point, and her insights into magic could be an asset in ensuring the quality of any magical items we deal with."

While Alejandro appeared reluctant, he couldn't dismiss the idea entirely, especially when presented by both his wife and daughter. He sighed, conceding, "Very well, Veela. We can explore the magical items market cautiously. But you must use your knowledge and connections to ensure we only deal with reputable sources and maintain our family's good name."

Veela's eyes lit up with gratitude as she nodded in agreement. The prospect of contributing to the family's business endeavors in a way that aligned with her magical talents brought her a sense of fulfillment.

Their discussions continued, covering various aspects of trade, business ventures, and family matters. Just as the conversation was flowing smoothly, the door to the dining room opened, and Adelina, Tavion's wife, appeared.

Adelina, with her light brown hair and brown eyes, had a radiant presence. Her entrance seemed to brighten the room, and her smile was warm and welcoming.

"Good morning, everyone," Adelina greeted, her eyes filled with affection. "I'm sorry for my late arrival. Tavion, darling, I hope I didn't miss anything important."

Tavion rose from his seat, a fond smile on his face. "Not at all, my love. You're right on time for family discussions."

Veela exchanged a knowing glance with Tavion, and the unspoken understanding between them was palpable. With a warm smile, she turned to Adelina and said, "Adelina, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to a beautiful jewelry store in town. It's a charming place with exquisite pieces, and I think you'd enjoy it."

Adelina's eyes lit up with curiosity and anticipation. "A jewelry store? That sounds lovely, Veela! I'd be delighted to go with you."

Tavion, having understood Veela's intention and respecting her desire for some sisterly bonding time, maintained his supportive smile and nodded, letting the two of them embark on their excursion.

Alejandro and Isabela exchanged glances, mildly surprised by this unexpected development but ultimately allowing it, as they were intrigued by the idea of Adelina and Veela bonding.

Before leaving, both Adelina and Veela approached Alejandro and Isabela to offer their respectful goodbyes.

Adelina curtsied gracefully, a sign of her respect. "Thank you for having me in your home. We'll return soon."

Veela followed suit, showing her reverence for her parents. "Father, Mother, we'll be on our way to the jewelry store. We promise to be back in no time."

Isabela smiled warmly at the two young women. "Enjoy your outing, my dears. Have a wonderful time."

Alejandro, though often reserved, acknowledged their departure with a nod. "Make sure to stay away from the more obscure areas."

As they left the dining room, the elegant manor awaited them. It was a grand and stately residence, with high vaulted ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and luxurious furnishings that spoke of the family's success in trade. Deep red carpets lined the floors, while large windows allowed the warm morning light to bathe the rooms in a golden glow.

Veela and Adelina made their way through the main hallway, flanked by several maids who had been attending to the family during breakfast. As they passed, each maid bowed respectfully in acknowledgment of their departure, offering words of well-wishes.

"Safe travels, Miss Veela and Miss Adelina."

"Enjoy your day out, ladies."

The tall, ornate wooden doors of the manor opened to reveal the world beyond. The sunlit courtyard, with its well-tended garden and a sparkling fountain at its center, welcomed the two young women. The gentle breeze carried with it the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sea, further enhancing the enchanting atmosphere.

As Veela and Adelina strolled through the courtyard, the beauty of the surroundings seemed to bring a serene quality to their conversation. Adelina couldn't help but feel a touch of nervousness as she finally asked Veela, "Why do you want to go to the jewelry store, Veela? You know, I'm still not used to all this."

Veela turned to Adelina with understanding in her eyes. "I can see why this might make you nervous, Adelina. It's a lot to take in, and you may feel like you aren't needed. But I wanted to do this with you, not just as your sister-in-law but as your friend. Sometimes, it's good to enjoy some freedom, away from all the formalities."

Veela offered a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a sense of sincerity. "And here, away from the watchful eyes of our family, you can talk somewhat frankly with me, Adelina. I want to know you better, and I hope you'll let me in. Today is just a small step towards that."

Adelina's anxiety began to ease as she realized Veela's genuine intentions. She felt a growing sense of camaraderie with her sister-in-law, looking forward to this outing as a chance to bond and share their thoughts.

With newfound comfort in their blossoming relationship, Veela and Adelina exited the peaceful courtyard. They took a short stroll, the bustling sounds of the nearby marketplace growing louder with each step. After about five minutes of walking, they found themselves standing before the charming jewelry store that Veela had mentioned earlier.

The store's facade was adorned with intricately designed wrought-iron accents, and a polished brass sign hung above the entrance, proclaiming its name in elegant, cursive letters: "Aurelia's Adornments." The large display windows showcased a dazzling array of jewelry, from delicate necklaces to ornate rings and finely crafted earrings. The jewelry glistened under the warm sunlight, drawing in passersby with its captivating allure.

Veela turned to Adelina, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Shall we, Adelina?" She extended her arm toward the store, inviting her sister-in-law to step inside. With a sense of anticipation and curiosity, they entered "Aurelia's Adornments."

As they stepped into the shop, a soft chime signaled their arrival, and the ambiance of the store enveloped them. The interior was beautifully decorated with warm lighting that highlighted the jewelry on display. Adelina's eyes widened in amazement at the sight of countless sparkling gems and meticulously crafted pieces of art.

A friendly voice called out from behind the counter, "Welcome back, Miss Veela." The shop owner, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, recognized Veela from her previous visits.

Veela smiled in return. "Hello, Aurelia. It's lovely to see you again."

With an understanding nod, the shop owner allowed the two women to explore the store at their own pace. Veela and Adelina began browsing through the exquisite pieces, their voices filled with excitement as they discussed which jewelry caught their eyes and appealed to their individual tastes.

"This sapphire necklace is absolutely stunning," Veela remarked, delicately lifting a silver necklace adorned with a vivid blue gemstone. She turned to Adelina. "What do you think, Adelina?"

Adelina examined the piece with a thoughtful expression. "It's beautiful, Veela, but I'm more drawn to the intricately designed bracelets over here." She pointed to a display of elegantly crafted bracelets with delicate engravings and sparkling gem accents.

Veela observed Adelina's fascination with the bracelet, and a thoughtful smile graced her features. Without hesitation, she reached for the bracelet, her fingers gently brushing against the intricate details.

"I must say, Adelina, it suits you perfectly," Veela remarked with genuine admiration. She turned to her sister-in-law, her green eyes sparkling with warmth. "Would you like to buy it, Adelina?"

Adelina, though deeply drawn to the bracelet, was initially hesitant. Her heart swayed between her desire to own the piece and the worry of appearing greedy. She contemplated the question and replied with a modest smile, "No, Veela, you really don't have to buy it for me."

Not taking no for an answer, Veela gently but playfully dragged Adelina by the arm over to the middle-aged woman who ran the store. The shop owner smiled warmly at them, her eyes curious.

"Found anything interesting, Miss Veela?" the middle-aged woman inquired.

Veela beamed with excitement and held up the bracelet for the shop owner to see. "Indeed, I have! Adelina has a keen eye for elegant jewelry, and this bracelet is simply exquisite. We'd like to purchase it."

The shop owner's eyes twinkled with delight as she admired the choice. "Ah, an excellent selection, Miss Veela. A truly exquisite piece. Let me prepare it for you."

As the shop owner began wrapping the bracelet in an elegant box, Veela turned to Adelina with a warm smile. "You'll love it, Adelina. It's a small gift from me to welcome you into our family."

Adelina's cheeks flushed with gratitude, and she couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you, Veela. I appreciate it more than I can express."

The shop owner carefully finizaled packaging of the bracelet, turning to Veela with a polite smile. "That will be 10 gold and 5 silver, Miss Veela."

Veela's eyes widened in surprise at the price. "10 gold and 5 silver? That's rather costly."

The middle-aged woman's smile didn't waver, but her tone held a firm note. "Miss Veela, this bracelet is a work of art, crafted with the finest materials and skill. However, just for you and as a welcome to your family, I've offered a discount."

Veela could sense that the shop owner wasn't open to bargaining, and she respected the value of the beautiful bracelet. She retrieved the necessary coins and handed them over.

Adelina, her new bracelet in hand, thanked the shop owner, and the two women left the jewelry store, their hearts filled with the beauty of the piece and a newfound connection between them.

As Veela and Adelina left the jewelry store, their hearts were light, and their steps were filled with newfound camaraderie. They strolled through the bustling streets of Puretomarino, sharing stories, and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere of the marketplace.

Making their way back home, Veela overheard a snippet of conversation from a group of pedestrians. It was a man who spoke disdainfully of her royal grace.

"Bah, what does it matter that she's strong? Calca is old, unmarriable, and polygamous. Not the kind of queen we need." He said drunkenly, the other men of the group nodded in agreement. Their debacle attracted nearby spectators, including the duo.

Veela was deeply offended by the man's disrespectful words about the queen she held in high regard. Her magic surged within her, and she decided to teach the man a lesson. With a swift and discreet wave of her hand, she cast a minor spell on the man's clothes,

[Dirty]

The man who had been the target of Veela's spell found his clothing in a state of disarray. His once-clean attire was now marred by splotches of mud and dirt. Streaks of grime ran down the front of his shirt and trousers, while his previously polished boots were now covered in a layer of filth.

Chaos ensued as the man, now realizing the state of his attire, began to blame his companions for the embarrassing situation. Accusations flew, and the heated exchange escalated into a brawl between the men, drawing the attention of passersby and a few concerned paladins who happened to be nearby.

Amidst the commotion, Veela walked away from the scene with a satisfied smile on her face, knowing that her minor enchantment had served as a fitting response to the man's offensive comments.

Adelina, who had watched the entire incident unfold, turned to Veela with a bewildered expression. "Veela, what just happened?"

Veela shared a knowing smile with her sister-in-law before explaining. "You see, Adelina, during my studies, I came across certain magical spells. In the Theocracy, they have spells to clean one's attire and gear, making them pristine. I simply learned a way to reverse such spells and apply them to another person, temporarily causing their clothes to become dirty. It's a minor enchantment, but it served its purpose."

Adelina, with a sense of bewilderment still lingering, looked at Veela with a newfound respect. Queen Calca, you truly don't want to cross her, especially when Veela's around, she thought to herself.

Despite her initial shock, Adelina couldn't help but appreciate Veela's kindness for herself and defending the honor of the queen.

As Adelina and Veela made their way through the bustling streets of Puretomarino, the day unfolded in a picturesque manner. The sun cast long, inviting shadows across the cobblestone streets, bathing the city in a warm, golden glow. A gentle sea breeze carried with it the faint scent of salt and blooming flowers, infusing the air with a touch of enchantment.