Literature
Commiting
Looking over her kingdom, Mable smiled warmly. Everything appeared to be at peace, and she could sense no incoming danger.
She felt quite proud of herself, really. As a lesser giantess, she stood at only a hair over the hundred foot mark, and as such was given reign over a village so diminutive it wasn't even named. Though any other giantess would be outraged over this, Mable was a kind soul, who only viewed it as an opportunity to get to know the individual people she presided over better.
Yes, the village was at peace and Mable would have it no other way.
Or so she had been lead to believe. As she watched the village she watched a man co