"You monster!" the words were bitter on my tongue as I screamed them at Carter, shoving him in the chest.
The people near the front of the crowd stopped their cheering, bewildered that I done such a thing to the King. I could not care less how shocked they were.
My rage continued, "You are no better than him! You are a monster!"
I was aware that I was the one that probably looked insane, that I was the one that people would consider to be inhuman. Carter whispered at me to stop and grabbed my shoulders to prevent my flailing hands. Unlike myself, Carter cared about his reputation, and I didn't blame him for that. Of course a King should want his people to think highly of him.
I broke away from his grasp and stepped backwards, "You are no different, Carter." I stared at my husband for a
