Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27172956-20160116045452

Ambrosia rubbed the weariness frm her eyes. Overslept. She bites the edge of her cheek, and lets the events from yesterday flood in. Pike. Tempest. Being absolutely stupid. Ambrosia growls in frustration. So much for inside rebellion. Maybe sticking deathberries in all the prey? No. What a stupid idea? Ambrosia can barely think, and the thoughts she manages to produce are fractured. Attack from the outside or be risky and continue to kill secretly. Th former sounds like a better option, considering her choices. Torrance knows. Malo trusts Torrance. Bumble and Tempest think I'm an idiot. Their loss.

Ambrosia steps outside, calculating her next coirse of action. Torrance is unguarded now, but she also wasn't the next heir, and by the time every heir in front of Ambrosia was killed, someone would have found her out. Maybe the rogues will help me...

Either way, Ambrosia was ready for the throne, no matter how she was going to get it.