Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-29038468-20200817084616

"I...I don't know...maybe she could?" Ophelia mutters thinking about it. Before she comes up with her own answer, the space around her ripples and Morgan is leaning against her back, arms around her waist and her head on top of Ophelia's. "She's right, the truth is a lot harder to explain which is why she's a terrible liar." Morgan states. "I am not!" Ophelia protests. "You most certainly are, remember back when you stole one of the cookies from the jar and lie to Father's face saying that it was the neighbors instead of one of our Mothers. He saw right through you." She reminds her. "AGH! You had to bring that! I was grounded for a week because you couldn't come up with an excuse!" Ophelia grumbles remembering the ordeal. "Regardless, are you certain you want to hear it? You might not think the same way afterwards." Morgan says to Beatrice.

Elanor and Sal both sigh. "I suppose I'll go calm my mistress then..." Sal says going into the war room. "I know she's a handful, but she's a brilliant mind. Just get whoever and whatever you need and if anyone wants to know, just mention that I gave you the go ahead on this plan, alright?" She asks.