We all know it. It’s more than obvious. “Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.” 
“How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor.” 
It does not matter if the “high chancellor” is a democrat or an autocrat or anything in between. You exchanged promise of order and peace of your preferred kind for your silence and obedient consent.
Of course, some of you think of themselves as resistance. The current “high chancellor” is not your “high chancellor”. Following your shadow government, you chant in unison, “We all have one enemy. And that’s Snow. He corrupts everyone and everything. He turns the best of us against each other. Stop killing for him. Tonight, turn your weapons to the Capitol. Turn your weapons to Snow.” 
And thus, with a clearly defined adversary and a bright symbol of resistance, as was the case so many times before, a revolution starts. A war for freedom. A bloodbath for an order of the world you desire.
“[But] revolution devours its own. […] There is still this difference between the Monarchy and the Republic . . . which is that the reigns of the most cruel emperors, Tiberius, Claudius, Nero, Caligula, Domitien, had pleasant beginnings. Every Queen makes a joyous entrance. The advantage of Republics is that they can improve themselves.
These are thoughts by which the patriot first responds to the royalist who is laughing up his sleeve at the present state of France, as if these violent and awful conditions could possibly continue. I hear you, royalist gentlemen, taunting the founders of the Republic under your breath, comparing the present with the time of the Bastille.” 
It’s no surprise that not long after, when conditions are right, every “Republic” always turns to an empire.
“May God confirm you on this throne and may Christ give you to rule with him in his eternal kingdom. Vivat imperator in aeternum!”  proclaims the highest priest sealing the fate of hope for change by turning it to naught.
Therefore, when the king is about to die, always aim your arrow at Coin.