Royal Flush

The Notice was posted. The Queens fucked. No one died. All of which made it super official, even if they didn’t have any crowns to physically wear.

And despite Wessex’s bitterness and scorn, she was born here, grew up here, and watched countless people die here. Her blood and her not-blood is in the wasted, overworked soil, her footprints are on the paths, her memories in the trees. She wants to run the Grounds well, make her their people strong again, but in a very different way than Zariah did. Well, maybe not so different. But different enough.

Asking both Edrei and Jigano to join her in the Manor (an item to talk about, a mark on the actual list she has before her), the Ascended Queen pulled up a chair in a fancy shmancy room that seemed to be a good place to hold a meeting, and waited. Servants brought in food and drink for the other two, you know, cause they could be in there for a while, and she mentally prepared herself for their first ah… planning session. How the hell are they going to do this, given their personalities, their religions, and their personal biases?

Let the Order of the Reverse Oreo Trifuckta begin.