I've spent too long wallowing in self-pity and despair, flailing in helplessness. Too long trying to love Zardria. There is nothing left to love -- there has not been for years.
So. Rebellion it was, then -- and sure death for her sister and aunt.
In truth, she had no plan. Yarrow had lived much of her life that way. Intricate plans only fell apart; so she simply set a goal and however she reached that goal was good enough in her eyes.
With some stipulations, however. She would not, under any circumstances, use poison. Besides the legal gray area it rested in, it was a cheater and a coward's way out -- not to mention it took all the fun out of victory.
This was why she'd been so mad at Caelum -- and he knew it, too. Had known it. She'd yelled at him still again. He needed it. "How am
