They turned back toward the castle.
The crowd parted as they walked, still murmuring and still watching. Some of them were crying, tears of joy, or just the emotion of losing your homes… and now seeing the cause and throwing rotten tomatoes and many other pieces of garbage at him.
It was like a dream come true.
Some of them were still holding the vegetables they hadn't thrown. A child waved at Darion. He nodded at the child and kept moving.
Aldric walked between the knights, his head down, his hands still bound. The tomato pulp had dried on his chest. The cabbage leaf stuck to his shoulder.
Darion walked ahead of him, thinking.
The people of Percvale had been happy, really happy.
Throwing rotten tomatoes and pieces of garbages at a King of a kingdom that was supposedly stronger than them just sounded impossible.
They had chanted his name. They had cheered. They had thrown garbage at a king and laughed while doing it.
He had given them that.
