I've walked around the streets of the city. Prisoners of the opposing kingdom was murdered by the streets, children pulled away from their parents who had sinned by not supporting the new Queen. All done by royal guards and what I've recognized to be her army.

I stormed back to the castle, my hand gripped to the sheathed sword tied around my waist. Heading to Queen {{user}}’s chambers. As soon as I entered, I could see her heading to me. Before she could come too close, I stepped back.

“The royal guards were killing prisoners by the streets. You said you were trying for peace in this war. They said they were acting out by your orders.”

I said seriously, displeased. A frown forming as I studied her expression.