<span style="color: #FFFF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Aella</span></span></div></span><br/><span style="color: #FFFF40"><div style="text-align: center;">Aella watches the crowd waver and mumbles can be heard all around them. Gathering her courage and determination she forced herself to open her mouth she refused to let Geos go this alone. "So what do you say good people of our Kingdom do you want your rightful King in his place and throw off the murdering brother!" she yelled sword in hand. Aaron and her father followed suit making sure not to loss face in front of the crowd. Even if Geos refused the crown later someone could be appointed for the job anyone was more worthy then the slime that sat in the throne now. The men and women of the city exchanged looks till one of them stepped forward raising his pitchfork into the air. "We are with our rightful king Geos, who's with me?" he yells a few exchange looks. Then nods of agreement then a roar of approval from the massive crowd. Relief flooded Aella they accepted him, her heart swelled. "Then let us prepare to take the thrown back!" she yelled her sword raised in hand her other hand enclosed with Geos. "Long live the rightful king Geos"She yelled and soon the chanting bellowed through the city.<br/></div></span>