The toll of the wedding bells was the second sound that reverberated throughout the Kingdom, going off in merry successions just after the roosters had crowed out the morning alarms. The merriment still clung in the air from a week before- the day the royal wedding failed to take place. However, people had eaten to their fill from a feast that didn't hold, for there was too much food to let go to waste.
Uncertainty colored the merriment of that day a darker hue, for the people did not know if a human was to actually be their new Queen. Some spoke of a war to erupt soon, and some openly supported the idea, like the case of drunken humans pooling in bars at night and slurring words with careless abandon of the law, saying –
'It is time for those bloody demons to know we are in charge of our world!'
'Finally! The new Queen will be the face of a revolution to come!'
