Julien had settled back into a suit, of course, looking every bit the sharp Ace he'd been before. Except for the lack of title, of course.

It was perhaps the simple fact that no new Ace had been chosen that had kept from whispering behind their hands at him overmuch, more than anything else. Perhaps he'd deserved his punishment, but obviously he was also a rather difficult act to follow.

For Julien, it was bitterly gratifying.

But it doesn't mean he won't give Clive, cooly, the respectful bow expected from a Nine to his King when their paths cross. "Your Highness. Out for a walk?"