Lucivar tossed and turned threw the night. The bed was comfortable enough and the sheets soft, but sleep would not take him. And when it did it was his own memories that drove him to wake.
Still foggy from sleep and with his temper already being honed by the situation, he was already primed for a fight. The scent of his room only focused that temper further. Dark shadows covered the room followed by a moonless night. He could find what was in the room without rising from the bed… physic tendrils could be sent without notice to anyone who wore less then red… he could…
A forced female cough focused the red haze. "Well some warlord prince you are."
He knew that voice. The fact that it was here and not where it should be shifted his temper closer to pissed off then a murderous rage. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well darling it is almost sunrise."
Still didn't explain why she was here. "Go back Home." It was both an order and a grumble.
Stepping out from the shadow Karla braced herself on her cane. Carefully she licked her lips. "Prince, I'm not here for you."
He snapped upright. There wasn't something quite right with that voice or those words. "Daemon?" when she gave no indication he swallowed his arrogance and humbly asked, "And in what capacity are you here, Lady?"
"That had not yet been decided prince. But I'm here because it would be unwise for the Lady to come herself."
He weighed her words and what was left unsaid. Black widow. Healer. Queen . Daemon might need all three. The Sadist might need more. Something else was beneath her words. A warning. "The Lady has seen something?"
Karla gave her best game smile and started to leave, "Kiss, Kiss."
Not an answer but an answer. And not one he wanted on top of that.