Evenson was a little stunned by the sudden blame landing on his head. He had not expected Quill to have such an impressive father. No wonder he seemed so stupid—turns out he was a hybrid.
"What a novel sight." Frigga had already walked over to the window and saw the crowd below marching with banners.
The people were vaguely divided into two factions, shoving each other as curses rose and fell. Frigga had never seen such a scene in Asgard, so she patiently watched for a while longer. In the end, however, she frowned. "What a mess. I don't like it."
"Sif." Frigga turned and gave her orders. "Send people to restore order. Drive them all back home."
Frigga could have ignored such behavior before. That was because she had not yet been the ruler of Xandar, and she had needed them to create the atmosphere of a public referendum. But now that everything had been settled, they were no longer useful. Under Asgardian royal authority, how could such things be tolerated?
"Yes, but..." Sif seemed somewhat hesitant. "Heavenly Queen, there are also many among them who support your rule."
"Hmph, so what?" Frigga snorted, looking contemptuously at the noisy scene below. "They are merely lapdogs. Are my policies and my laws something they are entitled to discuss?!"
Opposition was unacceptable, certainly, but did that mean praise and flattery were acceptable? Thinking about it, no matter how much one spoiled a dog, allowing it to eat at the table was already the limit. Would anyone ask for its opinion when discussing matters of state? When people were talking business and a dog kept barking at the side, it was time to prepare the salt and pepper.
"If they make noise at improper times and cannot control their tongues, then they