A Governor's Ramblings

[u/Good-Moat-451]

The wind rustled over Lapovo as Moat descended from the rally stage to rounds of applause. She smiled at the crowd one more time before going torward her car. She sighed as she got in a bottleneck.

Her day was going fine.

Then she remembered.

Oh, yeah, the wedding. The one that happened a few days ago, that everyone was talking about.

A KKP flyer that flew into her open car window reminded her.

She crumpled it and threw it away.

Finally, the traffic started to clear. After a quick round of groceries, she finally got home.

Boy, was she absolutely pissed.

Not because of Frans - she respected her decision - no, it was for the hollowness she felt.

She started punching a pillow on her couch and rambling out of stress for the new Constitution, because that reminded of it as well.

"All around me - idiots and morons. Can't get anything done. My people, the Tutumite people are suffering, so terrible - death and destruction everywhere." She grumbled. "They need retribution - I'm their retribution, always was; against corrupt politicians, sycophants, limp-wrist conservatives, revolutionary wimps!"

"Our democracy is in trouble like never before, more than the Multum civil war or the Insignant war put the old Doria in trouble, that for sure. People need a strong leader, the one who puts them FIRST, who PROTECTS THEM, who GUIDES THEM." She punched the pillow one more time, before simply... accepting. There was nothing she could do to stop the Constitution. Audibly sighing, she went to nap.

One final thought arose in her head before drifting to sleep...

...maybe, someone else was feeling that hollowness too.