>>19938690>>19944066>>19945548>>19945656The crowds at the Kingdom's Annual Larping Convention and adjoining fairgrounds had been increasing year over year, with revenue raised adding to be -- bah, no, the day is short and time is fleeting. There's no need for statistics when there are fried dough balls a-plenty. Delicacies from across the Kingdom are on offer, with tarot readings, face-painting and hair-braiding tents set up, scattered across the grounds. Also featured are small exhibits of the Kingdom's history, classical costume try-ons and looping video of the greatest hits of Victoria Royale's wrestling career across the years, should anyone wish to see the rise of the Sovereign in chronological order -- though sometimes hard to tell, due to her similar appearance across her career.
Some of the younger guests, or perhaps simply young-at-heart, play fight with replicas of Kingdom armaments from across the centuries. The detail is astounding, as if someone from that time had overseen their creation, with no minor aspect overlooked. Generally, people are happy. It has been a prosperous time for the Kingdom, and if you were to ask the populace, they might say Her Majesty had a new lease on life since the arrival of her Queensguard, though even her most stoic champions note the sadness in her Royal Blues when she speaks of her daughter.
Snapping back to reality, the man at the tent calls a number, and a blonde woman steps forward. Handing off the delicious, deep-fried treats, he can't help but wonder aloud.
>"Say, love, you look kinda familiar. Youse on TV or summin'?"And with a sly wink, the woman replies.
"Doh ho ho, I may have been, once or twice. You have my thanks."
