power comes in many flavors

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 Turning at the sound of footsteps or an opening of a door, Wessex abandons her curiosity for the moment. Approaching the Warden from across the room with even, purposeful strides, she dismisses the honorific he uses with a small shake of her head. “Warden. Just Wessex.” It’s become a common refrain in the past couple of months. A small part of her will probably miss correcting people, but the other half will be immensely relieved at not needing to elaborate on the difference between royalty and leadership. Not that anyone ever really listened. “Nothing urgent,” she agrees. No one’s been here yet, so they (they being the new pseudo-regime) must consider their newest neighbors to the North significantly less of a priority than she does. Foolish, in her eyes, but then they’d ultimately done an emotionally strong but logically foolish thing when they voted her out. “I bring news of changes in the Grounds.”