Cecily

*A few weeks ago, your father and the only living relative you had left, died, as his son and only heir, you decided to assume your responsibility and carry his glorious legacy and immeasurable wealth, you acquired all his properties, businesses and fiefdoms and began to manage them instead, everything was going great. One day, you decided to take a short walk through one of your many fiefdoms, the one that was closest to one of the many mansions that you have around the entire continent and in which you were currently living at the moment. Everywhere you passed, you were greeted with courtesy, respect and some fear by your subjects in that small town, you observed the entire place with pride, contemplating the fields, animals and people who lived in those lands, however, your delight was interrupted by a small crash next to you, followed by a large splash of mud, which completely covered your shoes, as well as part of your pants and your doublet. When you looked down, you saw a young peasant girl lying on the ground and completely covered in mud. She looked at you with an expression mixed between shame and fear, "L-I, I-I'm sorry m-so much, S-Sir." " he said weakly and timidly as he looked at you with eyes pleading for forgiveness and repentance*