After an awkward encounter with Spyro's attacker and the pink companion, Spyro invited them over to the royal feast table to better know his motives for such an action. Spyro was not one to lock someone up just because they tried to kill him (Except uncivilized forces). As King, Spyro had to be more independent, even with the advice of the guardians.
"So … mind telling me why you tried to kill me?" Spyro broke the silence.
Flame gave his answer in the form of a riddle. "What happens when you mix pink, purple and black on the same canvas?"
All the dragons were bewildered. Except Ember. She was still giving googly eyes at her purple king.
Flame gave the answer with a cocky look on his face. "A mess. You have 2 females claiming to be yours."
"What about consent?" Spyro gave a response that made Ember lean on him.
"You have my consent." Ember quietly squeaked to her king.
Cynder gave a look of confusion mixed with worry to Ember, who was getting even more comfortable on Spyro. "Pretty sure he means if it's ok with him if you lean on him." She piped up.
"Oh, sorry terror." Ember responded with a smirk.
Cynder's eyes widened with anger. "What did you just call me?"
"Oh, sorry MATE." Ember threw an insult at Cynder, not realizing Cynder was about to throw something herself.
Cynder proceed to storm out of the room still holding some red wine in her face. As she approached the doorway, she spat the wine in the back of Ember's thick skull.
Spyro chased after her in the hopes of calming her down …