The public square was packed with kitsune.
Melisa stood behind the Matriarch on a raised platform, trying not to fidget as hundreds of eyes stared at them. The morning sun beat down on her black hair, making her sweat under her formal robes. At least they'd given her something nice to wear instead of making her stand up here in her travel clothes.
[This is such a power move. Bringing me up here right after the assassination attempt.]
Silviana stepped forward, and the crowd went silent. She wore a flowing white dress that somehow made her look both regal and like she was about to orchestrate an orgy. Her nine tails swayed behind her as she raised her hands.
"My people," she began, her voice carrying across the square without magic. "By now you've all heard about last night's incident."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Melisa caught snippets of conversation, people whispering and pointing at her.
