Queen of Sunflowers- [Fantasy]

"...I am just a flower..."
her husky wine~ familiar voice breathed,
"...A poor flower thankful for the sandal you rescued."

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A loose woman of Caprice, her real station unknown.
For once per year around the autumn harvest, like Saturnalia of our world (mixed with a dash of Brazilian Carnival,) Capricians would reserve a special number of days (religious holidays) where people would be allowed to abandon their traditional role and ranks in society. Though a highly hierarchical society, with classes that's almost completely barred out by blood, in these special days, nobles, lowly commoners, even slaves could change up their roles and others might be inclined to treat them as such. Nobles, some times even patriarchs would perform some services for their servants, and give them gifts, or even at times personally cook for them, and even lowly people may attend festivities with nobles at special events if they have a mask to mingle with them. Children might finally be given the opportunity to ask their parents for special favors and permissions they had long been meaning to raise- by the reverse of this equation, parent are pressured to be more open to these suggestions.

The climax of these festivals usually culminate in a great bacchanal feast, dance, spell fireworks, and all sorts of merriments ranging from drunken locals running around the town naked, to unspeakable festivities in the giant red light districts and promenades. So who is exactly this lady who wears what look like the traditional sunflower coronets often worn by the noblewomen of the realm? Who knows? She's equally likely to be an indulgent matron blushing and talking with the fume of her drink, and whose precarious reputation and modesty is threatened by every thing she surrenders to wine? Or maybe not, maybe she has a score board and really needed it crossed out. An adventurous courtesan from the gutters or even a professional thief with a mark (a Caprician Cat Woman maybe,) among the elites? Or, as it may be some time believed, even a goddess, walking among the mortals in the flesh and partaking them for her amusement. Alas, the night, this night is still young, and the conversation with her has already began.

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Rendered in the style between fantasy and a Vargas pinup~ Caprice is a great western kingdom in my fantasy setting. A sun- kissed realm of amber fields of grain, endless sunflowers and orchards. Of majestic ancient yellow hued aqueducts, silvery olive tree groves, and turquois cays. A realm known to outside for its perfume, polished goods, ...and it's people's haughty arrogance. A scintillating realm, an impious and hedonistic people. It's men blooming with health and full with vigor, and its women renowned far and wide for their outspoken tongue, sometimes shockingly scandalous attires, and legendary refinement.

I based the realm on southern France, Californian Bay Area, Toussaint from the Witcher's world and Aquilonia from Hyboria. A realm that straddles classical antiquity and early medieval. At the cusp of the equivalent of the collapse of the Roman Empire and the beginning of the Dark Ages.