There are houses and huts, towers and cabins as far as her eyes can see, dotting the landscape with a gentle golden glow from the blazing lamplights and fireplaces within. This far away, it looks almost like the setting of one of those mystical creation stories mother used to tell her until she would inevitably spill liquor on the sheets and end the tall tale with a shrug and a drunken slur, “You can clean it up later, bug,” as if she’d been the one drinking. It’s been years since then, and she knows better than to believe her mother’s stories of grandeur.
The Kingdom is hardly as pretty up close as it is from high above the castle’s towers. Far away from the grimy streets and rundown shops, it’s almost too easy to plead ignorance and believe this place to mimic utopia, but she, who has wandered those same streets endlessly for days, weeks, in search of hired livelihood and odd jobs to get her by, would not dare forget that the city quick