Royal Flush

“A clique of popular kids, if you will, who have done the same thing Zariah did. Put up their own candidate without asking the two thousand people who live here.” she retorts back. Ten, maybe twelve, though there is always the possibility for it to grow.  She doesn’t doubt their ability to sow dissension. However, the threat of Zariah Launceleyn’s tyranny is gone. For the moment, some might say, but even if she does come back, she will find herself in a very different position.   She shrugs. No pushover, remember. Might as well admit to the things she’s done. “Yep. I did. Because Zariah was a tyrannical cunt right out of the gate. But then I left the rebellion. You had a meeting to determine leaderships without the singular person who had put themselves up for leadership. You backed out when I predicted exactly what Zariah would do.” And then she went and did it and no one thought hey, maybe Wessex can predict more of Zariah’s moves. Nope. they promptly forgot. The Wraith chuckles at that lunacy of it all. “I may not have been able to do the hero shit in the daytime that you can, but I have never hurt a single person in that meeting, I’ve supported the community in whatever way I could.” Teaching youngsters like Melita (and Rory) how to defend themselves. Bringing in meat for LongNight. Creating a second safe house for the rebellion - yes, that’s exactly who it had been for. Clearing out houses. Saving people from rock slides. Literally half-raising Amalia. “And not a single person had my back or the guts to say that you should wait or try to find out where I was. I wouldn’t have missed that meeting if I could’ve helped it and you all knew it.” She was actually in trouble, which is the shitty part. And they had already decided who they wanted outside of the room, anyway. That vote was nothing more than a facade for a formality. "You might actually have been surprised by what I would have said."She looks to Edy, cock and tits and all, and there is a certain fondness in her voice, or at least, something less hard. “Edy’s one of the few who’s shown faith in me. Loyalty is rewarded.” And that’s it. She’s officially thrown in her towel with the Launceleyn Queen, knowing that it will sever many of the ties she’s currently got. Potentially all of them. But there are things that cannot be said in here, if what he’s said is true and Zariah is listening. “Edy is not Zariah.” A hard glance towards the other Queen. “And if you are inclined to her cruelties, let me know now so I can get the fuck out. Cause that’s not how I want to rule.”   Back to Ronin with a steel glint in her eyes, set jaw, and already so tired of talking. She’s said more here than to anyone at any one time, probably. She ends up standing to finish. “I’m the only one who’s had the balls to consistently try to get what I want, despite the Old God’s bigotry and daylight challenges. I love my home and I want it to thrive, so fuck you and your preconceived notions about what and who I am.” Wessex ends up with her teeth bared towards the man in the room, nails digging into the table. She’s had to fight for this every step of the way, and she’ll be damned if some dude doesn’t come in waving his male privilege and demand a seat at the table. “And fuck your rebellion. Zariah’s gone for now and that was the goal. You screwed up. Now deal with it.” Her mind is already whirling, going over the members of the rebellion, wondering if they would come as a group or all once. Wondering what they would do when - if - Zariah comes back. If these sudden revelations have her off the throne already, cause let's face it, she doesn't have a long-term plan, not yet. Just flying by the seat of her pants. "If you want a position as an advisor, that's another thing." WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here