After passing the main entrance and through a pair of ornate iron doors, Sylvia next expected to see a carpeted aisle leading to the throne or perhaps a room with immaculate marble flooring and walls. However, not only was there no throne but not even much of a floor. She stumbled on uneven mounds of straw and realized this was not her majesty’s court they’d strolled into but more of giant stable. Busy feeding two goats near one of the stalls was a pale woman with strawberry blonde hair tucked away in a loose braid. She had no crown or other depiction of royalty but wore a black and silver cape with a purple dress, both nearly flowing down to brush against the mucky ground. It would have been easy to assume stable hands in the Kingdom of Fools must dress quite fancy if not for the synchronized partial bows from Bastiick and the two vampires.
“Raise those heads up, you know better,” commanded the woman with a laugh. “And that goes for you too, Bastiick. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you!” She rushed over to wrap the three in a tight hug.
Sylvia winced and held her breath as the zombie leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Do you suppose this is their queen or a favorite aunt?” Seth had a point. The vampire queen was apparently quite unlike the horrific fiend depicted in scary bedtime stories.