The people of Aragon were all enraged; they were angry at Silva with all their hearts. But what Silva said made sense—their king was the one who sent their people to die in the war.
The king was the one who gave the order they followed, and now that they were being captured by the enemy, he didn't want to free them.
What could Silva ask for that was greater than the lives of all their men? They couldn't think of one thing. Even if it was the head of the king that was asked for, he should submit it to atone for his sins.
This was what was going through the minds of everyone in the capital now. They had to do something.
This unanimous thought sparked the fire for a riot. People, young and old, flocked to the castle. They took stones and sticks, swords and farming tools.
Adventurers and commoners alike, mercenaries and merchants—every soul that lived in the capital rushed to the castle.
