The people outside were chanting. They were screaming. They were yelling at the top of their lungs.

The noise was so loud that it could make your eardrums burst.

They were stomping their feet in a hypnotic rhythm that even those with the strongest minds would fall victim to.

And it was beautiful. Do you want to know why?

They were all screaming my name.

But, sadly for them, they would have to wait to see me. Being a queen is still a job after all.

Altough, I thought to myself, they should get a glimpse of me. Give them a little treat from their queen. I peeked my head out the window of my balcony and immediatly, the crowd somehow became louder than it was before. Even more shrieking and yelling and shouting. It was madness. The Venti were struggling to keep everyone back, and the crowd was fighting back. Really fighting back. They were rioting.

Something was wrong.

The people's faces weren't full of the usual joy of seeing their queen. Their faces showed pure, undiluted fury. Men standing up to the Venti with giant rocks and knives, only to be thrown back with a gust of wind. Women screaming with tears streaming down their dirty faces, leaving small clean streaks running down their cheeks. Teenage kids throwing bottles of wine over the gates with little strips of burning paper at the end.

Jokes on them, the castles made out of crystal. Try setting that on fire.

But the problem was, why were they rioting? They had perfect lives, right? What reason would they have to act like this?

And then it hit me. These idiots wanted me to stop the war.

As if.

I've been waiting for this day for thousands of years. They weren't going to stop me now.

My sisters were finally going to get what was coming to them.