#CHAPTER 151: Death in the Land

MILA To say the crowd was restless was putting it mildly. They were all pushing and shouting, clamoring over each other to be the first person to the castle walls. We were still a few miles out from the capital, but the closer we got, the angrier the mob became. Although I wanted no part in any of the riots, I knew it was far safer for me to walk with the crowd than attempt to walk against them. They were practically a stampede at this point, and despite being their queen, I was afraid. Of course, no one knew who I truly was. I had tugged a baseball hat over my eyes, shielding most of my face from any of the citizens. I was just another brunette in the crowd. It was a good thing, too. Given some of the things they were shouting about the royal family, I was positive that they would have tarred and feathered me on the street if they knew who I was. I tried listening to what the crowd was chanting, trying to get to the bottom of what their true compla