A storm to would-be death

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[He'd gotten the power back. He'd finally (though it was hard to tell if his efforts had actually done anything for it) coordinated everything and the power was back on.

And he was so tired. Ready to sleep. Sleep harder and longer than he had in years. Until this little anonymous (no, that wasn't true. He knew him, knew all his Spades. It was just the exhaustion talking, the exhaustion) had appeared to what?

What, exactly did this child thing he could do to the King of Spades?

Nothing.

Which is why his voice is a frozen rumble as be literally tosses the would-be assassin out of his room, stalking into the hallway after the body.]

That is not acceptable behavior.

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[She bites down on the inside of her lip, but doesn't look away as the would-be assassin cries out, and her expression doesn't change as she turns.]

Of course, Your Majesty.

[She's not entirely sure why she trails the pair of guards when they return, except that she still has to deliver the note to Katya.

She should alert Victor.]

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[David's eyes are on Zoe as he hurts the man, taking in her reaction more than that of his captive.]

Thank you, my dear.

[The assassin is deposited into the guards' care, a small curl of disgust sliding over David's face, and his hands being wiped carefully on a handkerchief.

There's a rip in the shoulder of his clothing.]

What are you here for, Miss Kattalakis?

[It was creepy how quickly he could turn back to business, even as his temper simmered under his skin.]

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[She doesn't remember if David was at Victor's challenge - she really only had eyes for Victor, and briefly Chives - but if he was, he'd recognize the expression. It's not the first violent thing Zoe's seen, and not even the worst of them, really.]

King Elisha sent a message to Her Majesty. She wasn't in her office.

[Her eyes flicked towards David, calm but wary as the guards haul the assassin off.]

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I see.

[Now the handkerchief is dirty. Damn. He'd just have to see what Chives could do for it. The cloth is tucked away into his pocket.]

When you have a chance, be so kind as to inform Victor of tonight.

[David was sure his temper wouldn't stay in check. He'd need to go somewhere to work it off, or he'd ruin his office again.]

And the Queen.

[He sounded distracted and restless.]

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[If Victor didn't hear from his guards, he'd see them on the cameras. But Zoe merely inclines her head.]

Certainly, Your Majesty. I'll let them know immediately.

[She pauses, though, before turning. There's something vibrating in the King, a violent tension that it would probably be wise to get away from. Still.]

Is there anything else?

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[A huff of breath through his nose that, in a better situation, would be a laugh.]

No, Zoe. There's nothing else.

[Nothing except that fact that he was tired, and those he managed to get close to simply weren't the people he could talk to anymore.]

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Thank you, Your Majesty.

[David was a singularly difficult man to get to know, she thinks as she walks briskly to the Queen's suite, further down the hall. Aloof, apart. Charming when he wanted to be, of course, but also very good at being intimidating.

Hard to talk to, in that way.]