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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[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.]