Fire blazed through the capital, the riots born from the nobles' jealousy as well as their deaths, were devastating the homes of the locals, and it was the locals themselves who took part in the devastation. Those who didn't take part in the riots were the victims of the burns, and those who did had their pockets lined with gold. The jingle of a few coins and their loyalty had shifted from their communities to those orchestrating the riots.
Burning, looting, even murder, and the worst of crimes were taking place, all under the guise of frustration that most of the locals didn't understand in the first place. Who becomes queen and who rules over them, as if they had a choice, but now that the choice was stripped, there was unrest. Why?
"That's what equality gives you, where even idiots are allowed to have an opinion," Zephyr whispered as his group stood by the city wall's checkpoint.
