happy birthday to you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Something makes her hesitate. “I’m not sure I’m a flag kind of person. It isn’t just my house, you know, but a place to hold official business.” It doesn’t feel right to commandeer the place (even though she lives there) as something decked out to honor her family, when her family has come from nothing. Literally subsistence farmers and a random hunter / artisan thrown in every other generation or so. And though she can hear her future acquaintances telling her she must act like a Queen, dress like a Queen, and live in a place beffiting a Queen, The Wraith is ever defiant. Their ways are not Caido’s ways. She is a Queen whose wiped diarrhea off the asses of some of her subjects, she’s mucked out stalls and stolen cooling cookies from the Devas bakery. The only difference between Wessex and most of the people here is that she has ambition and forged the right relationships. She wants the job, but that doesn’t make her or her family any better than the Plummers or the Wordsworths. “Maybe something smaller. Intimidating is fine, but I don’t want it to be the center of focus.”