Royal Flush

Ronin spread his hands and nodded at the notion of disbanding the rebellion, as if to say that it was a perfectly reasonable ask. After all, if he was doing what they had asked, there was no need to conduct any further business from the shadows. "Manipulation was more Archebold Cobb's bag of tricks," he said, shrugging to Edrei. "I was more of the inclination to punch my problems in the face." Tactfully moving on to Wessex. "Don't you think that's my line? What's your problem with me?" he wanted to know, tilting his head at her. "One minute we're united together in a rebellion. The next I'm being told to fuck off, essentially, because you got here first. It's not a game of capture the flag." He rolled his eyes. "That, essentially, is my biggest issue with you. You don't care about them - or at least, you don't seem to. You made an 'us' and a 'them' the second Edrei gave you power, and you're convinced it's a popularity contest because you didn't get your way. What is this about? You're a difficult woman to get hold of and often independent, and you didn't get to sit in on one secret clubhouse meeting? Forgive me but that is petty, even for a queen." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.