Royal Flush

“Image is everything,” Wessex quips back with a salacious waggle of her eyebrows. And she would know, having cultivated the image of a savage, hardened loner for the majority of her adult life. If they expect to be taken seriously (re: if the Ascended Queen does), they must behave like they are. Edy may be a place holder, but the Natural woman is not. Of course, their image also extends to whether or not anyone thinks they’re sexually involved - and she couldn’t care less what others think about that. She can separate sex from ruling. Just watch her. After a couple of minutes in silence, the blonde woman looks around and shrugs. Wessex didn’t think Jigano would ignore her completely, but there’s a first time for everything. Two out of three ain’t too bad. They can move on. “Fuck it. Let’s start without him.” He knew and if he doesn’t show up, it’s not her problem. “So how’s this going to work with three rulers? We each take care of something specific or we’re all equals? Need two out of three for a majority when we disagree?” Yes, Edy appointed them, but it’s fairly obvious that the not-teenager doesn’t have any interest in ruling. Which Wessex can deal with. 110%. She can deal with it without betraying the Launceleyn, too. But they need parameters. Rules. Quick edicts when shit goes wrong, the power to reverse the damage Zariah did. “Equals seems easiest, but also time consuming. And we can’t be making contradictory laws.” Hopefully there are some things they can agree on. Like reversing the military draft and that stupid new Abandoned phrasing. Oh, and the importance of the blight thing. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here