In his little head, simple comparisons and uneasy thoughts tangled into a knot, making young Andreas unable to settle down.
"There won't be anything wrong,"
Aida stroked her son, a gesture that soothed Andreas, and his scrawny body ceased to tremble.
"His Majesty the King is a loving father who is willing to listen to the voices of the poor, he will certainly accept our petition."
There was no hesitation in her tone, but the same doubts flashed through her heart. But for this countrywoman, she had no way out.
Not just her, but the more than 80,000 people gathered here, and the entire Crown Domain had placed their last hopes for a peaceful resolution on His Majesty the King.
They harbored great hopes, unaware that to celebrate the Crown Prince's victory at the front, the royal family and senior officials had all gathered at the Palace of Versailles on the outskirts of the city. What the petitioners faced was only an empty palace, and—
