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Lifting her skirt, she nearly ran to her father's carriage.

"Tell me, tell me, daughter, did you confirm it?" The old man, with his long beard streaked with brown and gray, looked at his daughter with piercing green eyes as she entered his resting quarters.

Laila closed the small door behind her and sat on the soft blanket, her face filled with excitement.

"Yes, yes, father! I confirmed it! She has a small red tattoo on her inner thigh, almost reaching her intimate area—a teardrop shap