JoJo
A loud bugle goes off like the noise from ten trumpets and abruptly wakes us.
I yawn and rub my eyes to chase sleep away, wishing someone murders the fox in charge of blowing that damn bugle thing.
It's a new day in the realm.
We arise from our beds feeling incompletely rested, yet soon we must be sent out to work, so we get up to prepare.
My fellow slaves on the roaster in charge of cooking dash to the kitchen to fix the rest of us breakfast. We bath and chatter and brush and eat when the food is served.
Madam Mia looks sharp this morning, and I figure there’s absolutely no need to go look for the Fox Prince to plead on her behalf to let her stay behind and not work. Where would I even see the prince to ask for such permission to begin with? I’ll be with Madam Mia on the field
