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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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.

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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.

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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.