Several weeks had passed since my husband informed me of our problems. I was getting close to my due date now. The threat of revolt had vanished in the wind. There was no longer a threat. The people had begun a full on revolt. From taxes, tyranny, and hunger the people could not take any more.
I think the old man is reaping what he has sowed. His personal guards know what he did to his own son. Several of them have voiced that they are loyal to me, but not to him. Several of them have offered to help. But I am not that kind of a person.
It looks like no matter what happens now though, my husband and I will not make it much longer. Supplies has been cut off, and the people inside the walls are beginning to look like enemies. Even to me! I fear I will not survive this encounter either.
