Kind and wise and magnanimous King Nydon's daughter has run off with a bard. Obviously she was tricked, as his castle is a happy place.
“Wraithvine is the name? Yes, you’ll do. Take along anyone you need. Here’s the princess's picture. Ignore any of her pleas, they’ll be the man’s magic. Just drop her off with the gate guards when you bring her back…” -- Anon Guest
Something was rotten in the nation of Bevuran. The key was in His Majesty's instructions to "just drop the Princess off" with the guards at the gate. That was not the action of a loving and concerned father. That was the negligent dismissal of a controlling parent.
The king insisted that the castle was a happy place. Certainly, everyone inside it smiled... but none of those smiles reached their eyes.
The streets were clean, nobody lacked for work, and everything looked so pretty. Everyone in view looked happy. There was nothing immediately wrong with Bevuran. And that was what stank about it. Everywhere had its little flaws. This level of forced glee and beauty had to have a corrupt underbelly of fascistic control.
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