Carissa:
You could invite local performers to do a concert or somethingwherever you go.
Hank:
Do a children’s book reading event.
Liam:
Oh I like Carissa’s idea do a concert
Kasey:
My idea was similar to Hank’s but with local storytellers sharing traditional stories from their area.
Bonnie:
You could also visit local businesses and see how their day-to-day lives go.
Liam:
Puppy parade with crowns to prove your adorable
Kasey:
*you’re
Liam:
Whatever
Cole:
Go fishing with locals and let them talk freely.
Liam:
Drinking contest with the local fishermen!
Derek:
Liam, that isn’thelping.
You need ways to sit down with the people and let them talk without your differences in station getting in the way. What about a Q&A meeting?
Freya:
I tried that, and it failed spectacularly, which is why I have come to all of you for help. Some of you are more helpful than others. Thank you for your ideas, but I should probably step away from my phone for a bit. Love you all!
Liam:
We have your back Peach even if you don’t like my ideas
Isighandlockmy phone, setting it on the seat next to me in the town car as I close my eyes. I had hoped to find solutions to my thus far disastrous campaign, but my friends, well-meaning as they are, are not close enough to the situation to understand why I am struggling.
In the hope of learning more about public opinion, I turned my planned speech in the town of Kirkstead this afternoon into a sort of town hall, opening the floor to questions. The first woman who stood did not ask a question but instead complained about the disparity between the noble and the working classes, which led to each person afterward doing much the same. Their complaints, however valid, raised the tension in the room until the church where we set up erupted into chaos, and the palace guards had to shepherd me from the building as the people chanted Grimstad’s name.
Elliot refused to remain in town longer than necessary, forgoing our stay in Kirkstead—and afternoon tea with a very put-out lord and lady—and making last-minute arrangements to spend an extra night in Windgaard where we are heading now. He has been on edge ever since, sitting stiff and silent across from me as the royal cavalcade makes its slow trek over the moors to the eastern coast.
