Royal Flush

Ronin blinked and tilted his head, wondering if the Ascended just... made things up on the fly often, or if this was an exception to the rule. "Actually," he said, "I didn't get a chance to be asked. I didn't say yes or no." He spread his hands and rose to his feet - because seriously, creeps and dying. He didn't have time for this. Besides - Edrei hadn't given a definitive answer about what would happen when Zariah returned. And Wessex hadn't said anything in response. Which was all he really needed to know. "I don't know what he was thinking, honestly." he said to Edrei, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe he thought we would rule alongside each other. Maybe he thought he would step down when I accepted. All I know is as soon as he realised people were unhappy about it, he decided he wanted to abdicate. Some wanted to stop him, so he could lead because he accepted it. Others wanted him to go. You know as much as I do now." He tucked in his chair. "I didn't have to come here. You can't step down, Edrei, and Wessex clearly wants this more than she wants to listen to anyone else. So please. Best of luck to you. But we'll be ready when Zariah returns - or I don't know. Maybe you'll arrest the lot of us for having a different opinion. It wouldn't be the first time." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.