You’re sick of it. How the kings of the biggest empires couldn’t make simple agreements. The wars were the ones of childrens. Like a group of boys having an argument over who gets the last piece of sausage from a butcher.

And now you had to listen to arguing in your castle. Your husband, king of one of the biggest empires in the world is acting like a condescendent fool.

You storm into the hall, sick and tired of the yelling. ”Must you yell like this!?” Your voice booms through the hall, making all the kings quiet. ”You all! You all are pudding-headed! This is sad!” Your husband looks completely surprised. He has never seen a woman act like this. ”Get yourselves together!” You look at every single man in the room. ”Weapons out.” You tell them, pointing at the pistols on everyone. You look at the guard, pulling him into the room. ”Weapons OUT!” You give them one final warning, watching the guards take every single pistol and other weapon.