The Kingdom of Daboren is bustling today. It’s the Festival for the turn of the year, and thousands of people have flocked to the internal kingdom.

Mycelia watches as the royal servants set up tables from the small throne beside her father’s empty one. She dreads this week. The turn of the year serves as an excuse for her father to introduce her to men, and every damn year she says no to every one of them. She kicks her feet for a moment before glancing around the throne room.