Vaughn
The sun rises high above our heads.
It burns as if the goddess is hungry for a meal. Yet we remain under it and await the result of the trial taking place within the tall architecture of the Common Fox House with one undying anticipation.
It is difficult to not think I have let my mother down. She's within the building getting tried and I'm out here in a disguise unable to do anything.
The protesters shuffle around like angry bees. Dust rises from beneath their feet like mushrooms as they keep bumping into one another and chanting their hateful slogan with gusto. Dethrone the Queen. Make The Realm Work Again.
Say No to Female Fox Rulers. And so on and so forth. Their demeaning placards are held up blatantly over their heads as they keep screaming blue murder.
I never imagined
