A storm to would-be death

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[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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[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

I will be taking time finding them then. [She smiles cheerfully, heel grinding into man's palm before she steps away, eyes lighting with satisfaction to hear man's hiss of pain.] Do share if you are so inclined. I admit to curiosity.

[And quite a bit of anger if this is what it is seeming. They dare!]

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

I plan to put him in the holding cells.

[When he was done with the man for now, of course. It involved getting him up and seeing what little bit the fool would wring out right now.]

You're free to visit him whenever you like.

[Because seeing the monarchs joined in their anger... wouldn't that just be something?]

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

All of him or only pieces? [Oh, David, you spoil her terribly.]

Perhaps you will make introductions later? I would not wish to appear impolite. [If their combined rage will not break him, nothing will.]

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

All the pieces of him will likely be in the same room. [David growled, despite himself.]

You're right. A proper introduction is in order. I'll send word when he's ready to receive guests.

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

Then I will let you get on with your fun. Try to save some for me?

[She bends down and pulls the boy's head up by the hair.] You are in for treat. I hope you are appreciating attention your lord and king plans to be giving you.

[With that, she releases her grip and lets the would-be assassin's head crash back to floor.] Until later, my Lord.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

I'll leave enough of him for a very full half-hour.

[He did so like that they agreed on this particular area. It was pleasing.

And very, very odd. He worried about when this agreement would break.]

Good evening, my Lady.