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Stare had made a grave mistake, one that needed to be fixed. She never considered the consequences of her actions, and now she was paying.
She could not let that mixed blood on the throne no matter what, but her daughters were so kind, to kind. They wouldn't have tried to take the throne by battling her, they said it themselves that they would wait until she was done her years, then the eldest, Snow, would take the throne. Now there where two problems. One, if Aroura wants to take the thrown from her she could, if she won that is, an two, if her daughters stuck to that arrangement Aroura would be the eldest and take the throne.
There was no easy way out, and Stare knew it. She could try to make sure Aroura never learns about her throne, but someone could still tell her when she was not there. She could also try to send her back to the rainforest, but she wasn't gone forever and problem two still applied. There was the possibility that she could try to deny it because she was not her daughter, but that removes the relationship she supposedly had with her, and shown the people. There was only one solution.
Blood had to be shed.
It was sick and twisted she knew, and if someone were to find out she would be dead, but it was the only way. She could make it look like an accident, an avalanche or illness. Maybe an assassination, from someone not wanting her on the throne, it would be the truth.
What ever she chose it needed to be quick. She couldn't waste time.
She knew of poisons, many poisons. Some that make you sick, some that make you faint, even some that make you burn from the inside. Perhaps her claws and teeth were more suited, or someone else.
An assassin!
Her lips curled into a twisted smirk, eyes glowing with malice. She would do nothing cruel to the dear princess, no not her. Some other dangerous dragon would, and all she would do is hand them a sack of gold.
Yes it was a perfect plan.