Cynefin

There was something about power that made people turn on each other. Their anger, resentment, and suspicion cycled around until it turned into a storm of accusation. Each person blaming and hating the other until they eventually killed each other.

And in the eye of that storm? There sat Esmai Jaccoud, calmly watching the storm they had brewed up. They only had one goal become the king, hold all of the power of the kingdom in their hands. A simple enough goal if one can murder enough people.

However, achieving a goal wasn't always a good idea. Winning power didn't matter. Power, like life, was an illusion that could be taken away as easily as it was given.

And sometimes there were consequences to the messes one made.