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A storm to would-be death

[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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Julien had, of course, been curious about what David had been busying himself with lately. And he is the Ace, so it's not particularly surprising for him to be in this corridor at this hour.

Someone coming flying out the door to David's rooms, however...was a bit more surprising.

"A problem, your Majesty?" he asks, dryly, making no move to restrain the man, assuming David has things well in hand.

Nothing I can't deal with.

[And he was, all chilling aloofness and violence.

The man would not be the same come the next morning. It may be that the King's temper got the slightest bit away from him. When the man is just a crumple on the floor, David turns to Julien once more.]

Was there something you needed?

Julien watches impassively, offering no comment until David turns his attention back to the Ace.

"Just seeing if his Majesty had any particular things still needing to be accomplished today." Before bed, or so Julien could pull some Numbers out of bed and set them to work, whichever.

A beat, then. "Would you care to have the guards sent up or someone from the infirmary?" And implicit in that is what on earth did he do to set your temper off, David?

[David glanced down at his hands - they were dirty. His father's hands had gotten dirty too.]

We've power back.

[And shouldn't that make the Ace happy enough? A King not sitting idle, but working his ass off to fix issues.

A handkerchief is tugged out to wipe them as his eyes focus on Julien.]

The guards please, Julien. It seems there as still some in disagreement with my reign.

[Thunder passes over his face before David manages to clear it, to bring himself back under control and calmness. He would not let this unhinge him. There was more yet to deal with.]

I've need to organize snow-plows.

[Go ahead and ask, Julien. Ask and give somewhere for David to vent his ever-growing anger. Just give him a place.]

"I did notice, Sire," he waves at a nearby light that's now on.

At the disagreement with my reign comment, the Ace will glance sharply down at the man crumpled on the floor. Seriously? Not that he didn't necessarily understand the motivation but...how much of an amateur had this one been?

"I'll see to the guards." And then, "and Clive could manage the plows, I'm sure."

[Until he woke again, that was David's best guess. There was no real way to be sure without a bit more digging. How frustrating, that David had obviously missed something so very big, and right beneath his nose.

As long as he remained firm when he talked, it wouldn't matter much if he knew or not, though.]

Ah yes, Clive. I'll hand it off to him in the morning.

[It was ban, that he forgot the Jack so often. Perhaps this one would be more use. (More use and not dead, more use and not Sieben.)]

Was there something you needed?

[Though it was debatable if this was a good time to be asking David for anything, if the tension in his jaw and the way his weight balanced on the balls of his feet said anything about his hair-trigger temper.]

Blandly, his body relaxed as he looked at David. "Only as I said, to see if there was anything your Highness required."

Pause.

"You seem to have things well in hand though, so I suppose I'll just see to the guards and be on my way."

[It was probably for the best Julien didn't give him a fight. That doesn't mean that - if David were being honest - he wasn't slightly disappointed.

It seemed a great deal of practice was in his future. Anything to work off the roiling anger and energy.]

Lovely. And why don't you see how much he has to say, when you have the time.

[Julien did tend to be very good at that.]

"How very kind of his Majesty."

And Julien bowed, the precise angle required for an Ace to the King of his Suit and no further. It's a gesture he perfected some years ago.

"Goodnight, your Highness."

It's the least I can do. [A small nod to acknowledge the Ace in return.] Good night, Julien.

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