The Many Ramblings of K. A. Webb

Written for dreamwidth user meeks’ prompt about Aurora’s world’s equivalent of Samhain.

Harrison looked around the square, even though he knew that Aurora wouldn’t be there. She avoided all of the celebrations she could, which was understandable, and Sauin Day was the hardest of all. If Harrison had a choice he wouldn’t have been there either, but he didn’t because he was the Crown Prince. Sighing, he sipped his drink again and wished for the absinthe that Aurora had brought down from the mountains. It would knock him out in about ten minutes so he wouldn’t have to listen to the same speeches again. First his father would talk about how grateful he was that another year had passed safely, thanks to the work done by the Prime Minister and Head of Security; followed by the Prime Minister giving his speech on how wonderful the King was and how he was thankful that they were kept safe from magic users; and finally there would be a speech from the Head of Security, and the Army, who would reiterate what the Prime Minister said.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.