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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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[She needs to stop volunteering to take notes to the Face Suites.

Zoe blinks - it's not a flinch, really - and comes to a stop as the Spade hits the wall and tries stumbling to his feet. He won't get far, and Zoe's expression settles into something still and calm.]

Would you like me to summon the guards, Your Majesty?

[There's a disconnect between the calmness of David's voice, and the brutality of his movements.

The man is caught as he struggles to his feet, one arm twisted up and around making him bend at the waist.]

Yes, I think that would be best.

[Would it be wrong of him, to let his temper get away? Breaking the mans are would certainly be a lesson. His Spades seemed to need a lesson, if this was the behavior they were exhibiting. Maybe not a complete break.

A little bit more pressure, and the man yelps as his shoulder dislocates.]

[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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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.

Monty reckons he's been neglecting his ambassadorial duties, so once the power came back and he had things squared away on his end, he decided to visit the Spades and drop off some letters and have a chat with Clive 'bout some mutual concerns. You know, neighborly stuff.

He hadn't expected to get himself turned around and a might lost, and he sure as tootin' didn't expect to see a body go flying past him, nor to see an icily enraged David of Spades follow it out. He freezes in surprise before remembering his manners and making the appropriate bow.

"Your Majesty. Reckon now's not a good time." He'll just edge back this way.

[Power is back. Life is okay.

No, it wasn't okay. A body is flying out of the King's office. Who would have the audacity to try to kill the King while everyone was stuck in a snow drift? How far and how fast did he think he could escape? Or she?

It didn't matter much now.

She rushes forward, heels thudding on the carpet before kneeling to check the man's pulse. No doubt David killed him or knocked him out, but she didn't want to risk it. Arrogance was a poor trait.]

Majesty? Are you hurt?

[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.]

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?

[Monty was a master of understatement.]

Not as such, no.

[But David dealt with the man, swiftly and efficiently. Restraining him with just a touch more enthusiasm than was strictly needed, and perhaps a few more dislocated joints than was strictly necessary.

And example clearly needed to be set, if they thought him so soft as to send someone for him in the night.]

But you are here now, so you may as well tell me what you need.

[Don't waste his time right now, Monty. His temper can't take it.]

[The man was alive. Lucky to be alive.]

I am fine, Meghana.

[Except for the rip in his shirt that might speak of a wound he's pretending isn't there and the icy chill in his voice to match the weather outside.

How could they do this? how could they think this to be acceptable. Possible?]

Him?

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?

[She doesn't repeat. She doesn't care if it implies something. Worrying doesn't mean the whole castle will hear it.]

Excellent, my liege.

[She eyes the wound, looks at David, and knows he will go. Eventually.

Her mind whirs. The Face Cards had peace, they wouldn't upset the balance during a crisis like this. Someone in the high or mid tiers?]

The only reason I'm letting him breathe is the chance he'll talk.

[Stupid fucker. She shot the injured man a glare.]

[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.]

Whatever he says may be useful.

[He is tired. Very tired. Despite that, David pulls himself that little bit straighter before rubbing his eyes.]

Wait with him, and I'll call the guards.

[He turns again, sweeping back towards the phone line. Put him in a cell. Sleep, and work out who is at the bottom of this later. Calling doesn't take long, and the guards come quickly.]

"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.]

[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.]

He was informed that his presence was needed, though he wasn't sure what he was getting into as he approached the King with a few guards in tow.

"If his Lordship would like, my mean can handle..." Well, whatever this was, "this situation from here on." Which was to say that they would escort the man to the holding cells, and then later- Victor would be by to visit.

"Though, perhaps, you might wish to let on as to why this is about?" The Snow and such was enough to keep him occupied, after all.

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."

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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.]

[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.]

[The man dangled from his grip. He'd been just about to find someone to take... this.

His temper wasn't nearly spent, and it still showed in his face and movements beneath his strict control.]

That would be best, thank you Victor. Have his arm set, as well.

[David had gotten a bit over-zealous, and hated to just leave him that way. There'd need to be a great deal of discussion in the future, after all. The man hadn't explained nearly enough.]

It seems there's some disagreement with my choices as King.

[Turning to hand the man over revealed a rip in the shoulder of David's shirt, and a wound seeping.]

[Chives. He could always depend on Chives. Even when his poor butler was undergoing rather extreme changes.]

Thank you, Declan.

[His rage still pushed at him from the inside, but a quiet moment with tea might help.]

I made a bit of a mess, my apologies.

[The biggest being from when his assassin had hit the hallway wall across from his doors. The rest was really just a bit of knocking things over - much of which David had already dealt with himself.]

[He rubs the back of his neck.] Reckon I got myself turned around. I was looking for your Jack. Got some messages here, hauled home some of yours and wanted to see if any of ours were stranded out this way.

...brought some wood. Nothing to trouble a king over. I'm mighty sorry. I'll, ah, get outta your hair, Sir. You need me to fetch you someone?"

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A storm to would-be death

They had...one thread in which he didn't scare her? At least? XD

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