Queen Saar
"Fetch me the head of the national fox council," I demand of a noble servant. "Ask him to see me immediately."
The head of the council, a fox named Sa Dimitris, lives in the inner city. It should take about thirty minutes to reach him.
The noble servant bows and leaves.
In an hour plus or so, Sa Dimitris arrives the palace and is led straight to my chamber.
"My queen," he says and takes in the chamber's space with his eyes. "You sent for me."
"I did," I reply. "And thanks for honouring my invitation. Do have a seat."
He sits on a royal armchair while I walk over to a jug of wine on a tall table, pour some into a cup and amble over to hand it to him. I serve myself from the same jug to show that it is not poisoned, and Dimitris only starts drinking his wine after I have dr
