Royal Flush

Wessex painted a pretty picture with her words... but they still painted her into a corner. Whether Zariah, whether the rebellion, whether she and Edrei-- clearly no one had voted them in with any large majority. But he still sat in his place at the table with more than two howls in the night to back him up. He arched an eyebrow at her, tapping a finger on the table. "You think you deserve a seat of power because you want it the most? Oh, and because one other person who randomly inherited the ability to give titles said so?" he asked, mildly taken aback by the transparency of a woman he had respected. "You were nominated for leadership in that meeting. The die were cast and they chose." He shrugged his shoulders. Turning to Edrei, he frowned to her sadly. "I know you aren't," he said. "But when she gets back, are you going to say to her 'sorry, I'm flying solo now, you don't get the throne back'? Are you? I genuinely need to know." Because ultimately if Edrei was loyal to the Launceleyns (and gods but he knew she was) and Wessex was loyal to Edrei, well - they had a tyranny trifle right there. "He said yes under the impression that I would also say yes, and that we could mitigate whatever was happening. Only I didn't get the memo - I wasn't aware of any of it. So when you rocked up on my doorstep I was understandably a little prickly." He sighed. "Now to be frank, this place gives me the creeps and I'm dying, so... if you would." He nodded around the table, as if to get to the ultimatum - kick him out or keep him. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.