Antonio's POV
I was there, sitting in the Royal King's chair along with Amelia who was seated in the Queens chair. Our royal gowns were matching perfectly. She was staring straight ahead. Looking at the raging people with torches and pick forks and baseball bats, hockey sticks. I guess they picked up anything they could find as a weapon. People seriously have creative ways. I looked over to the guillotine on the right side of me where the man who was in charge of it was making sure it was working properly. He placed a pineapple where the persons head would go and wrapped the rope around his hand to keep the blade in place. He took three steps back and released the rope. Instantly the blade came down, chopping the pineapple in half. I watched one half of the pineapple fall into the basket
