Chapter 5: Interlude – Gallant

Gallant didn't need his power to see the defeat in his fellow Wards' unmasked faces. Fortunately, they were safe inside the Wards HQ, and since Clockblocker gave him the floor, he would do his best to raise their spirits.

"First off, we did not fail today," Gallant said, writing down the Undersiders' names on the whiteboards in front of him. "We got in the Undersiders' way, forced them to fight, and gained valuable intel."

"We still lost," Clockblocker said.

That was putting it lightly; the Undersiders handed their asses to them.

Contrary to their MO, the elusive Undersiders went public, robbing jewellery stores and betting houses in broad daylight. They escaped with Grue's darkness and hit multiple targets to divide law enforcement, but Kid Win took to the air and noticed the trail Grue left behind, leading them to an armoured truck transporting pharmaceuticals to Medhall.

With nowhere left to hide, the Undersiders chose to make their stand. Or rather, ambush them by using the fallen truck as bait. They weren't expecting to face every Ward except Shadow Stalker, but with most of the Protectorate away at a fundraiser, the Wards had to hold the line at all costs.

Through Vista's manipulation of the terrain, they pressured the Undersiders and cut off their escape routes, but the tide quickly turned in the villains' favour when Grue took out Vista and trapped Browbeat in darkness, leaving him easy pickings for Regent.

Kid Win broke out his experimental Alternator Cannon and piled on the offensive, giving Clockblocker enough time to freeze one of Hellhound's mutant dogs. Before he could press the advantage, Hellhound went berserk. Gallant tried to calm her down with a pacifying blast, but that only made him Hellhound's exclusive target.

It wasn't long before Regent tasered him like he tasered Browbeat. After that, the Undersiders knocked Kid Win off his hoverboard as he tried to shoot Tattletale off Hellhound's dog. Aegis and Clockblocker were the last two standing, but Aegis had his hands full with Hellhound's dogs.

Clockblocker used everything he could to gain an advantage, managing to tag Regent and fend off Grue, but before he could reach Tattletale, Hellhound's third dog woke up and slammed him across the street. The only reason why he didn't hit a wall was because he froze his suit.

Aegis, bloody and broken, kept on fighting, but he couldn't keep the Undersiders from getting away.

Most people didn't like to lose. He didn't, either, but that was precisely why he always tried to flip a loss into a win. That was why the whiteboards were chock-full of information about every Undersider's power and their various synergies.

"As you can see, this is cause for celebration," Gallant said. "Next time we face them, we'll be ready."

Browbeat, the Wards' latest acquisition, flexed his muscles. "Hell yeah. Now we can take our win back."

"Let's hope Piggy doesn't fine us into the Stone Age before then," Clockblocker said, leaning back in his chair.

Gallant smiled. "Don't worry, she's all bark."

He was fairly sure that was another one of their director's scare tactics, like taking Kid Win to a disciplinary review so he would get scared into working with the system instead of trying to jury-rig an F-driver. If he was wrong, he could just cover their losses behind the scenes and take the heat for it.

"We have to find a way around Grue's darkness," Vista said. "I can't shrink it properly."

Clockblocker frowned. "I could make some barriers. We also gotta counter those fuc – freaking hellhounds. My chest is one big bruise!"

Vista sneered. "Maybe you could tag her before you get mauled."

He winced, pink from embarrassment. At least Clockblocker recognized his mistake. Vista never liked being treated like a kid, especially when Aegis was the only one who served on the Wards longer than her. Gallant tried to respect her skill and her seniority, but sometimes, all he could see was a thirteen-year old girl with a huge crush on him.

"Well, maybe, but that still leaves three big, dangerous dogs who'll be super mad at me," Clockblocker said.

"Why didn't your blasts calm her down, Gallant?" Browbeat asked.

"I don't know," Gallant replied. "I knew I used a calming blast, but she didn't calm down. Maybe it has something to do with how her brain's wired?"

Although, he couldn't be certain. To him, everyone's emotions whirled around them in a sea of vibrant colours, and Hellhound was a deluge of violent, angry red and distrusting orange. She probably didn't respond well to being forced to do anything, and that went double for an enemy.

Before he could share this speculation, the computer blared an abrasive whine as every monitor in the room flashed yellow, making them all scramble to put on masks. Aegis was just about to join them, but he decided to stay out of sight in the nearby washroom.

When the entrance whirred open, Armsmaster strode inside, decked up in his signature blue armour. Triumph followed behind, holding a young girl's hand. Her brown hair was pulled into a thick braid, and she had a GUEST ID card, but all Gallant could see was sky blue relief mixed with dark yellow terror.

Regardless, he stood up at attention.

"Good to see you, Armsmaster," he said. "Same to you, Triumph."

Triumph smiled. "Glad to be here, Gallant."

Clockblocker looked at the girl next to Triumph. Rather than his helmet, he'd put on a simple domino mask.

"Who's your friend?"

The wary brown hue that Triumph kept under wraps hurtled to the surface, erasing his smile. Their old leader's lion-themed armour was battered, the visible parts of his face taut from exertion.

"This is Dinah Alcott," Armsmaster said, frowning. "She was nearly kidnapped by mercenaries."

Everyone shouted or cursed. Gallant was no exception, though he kept it under his breath. Who was the freak who wanted to kidnap a young girl?

"I knew they would come," Dinah said. "I can see the future."

Gallant flinched, looking at Dinah again. Her eyes were hard, defiant in spite of the fact that she'd nearly been kidnapped.

"Really?" Vista asked. "That's so cool! I'm really glad you got out okay."

Dinah nodded. "Rory saved me; Velocity too."

Browbeat scrutinized the pair of heroes surrounding Dinah, eventually staring at Triumph. "You're Rory, right?"

"That's right, Browbeat," Triumph said.

"Cool." Browbeat nodded, pleased to be trusted with a fellow hero's secret identity. "Must've been pretty hairy."

Triumph squeezed Dinah's hand. "It was a close call. If we came any earlier, we'd probably be sitting ducks for those mercenaries. Any later and Dinah would've be gone. She called us at the right time." He cracked a smile. "But that shouldn't be a surprise."

That must've been why Triumph and Velocity couldn't back them up. Armsmaster had them stay behind just in case Lung or some other villain tried something, ensuring that their presence was kept a secret so they could surprise any unsuspecting villains.

His foresight paid off.

"Great work, Triumph," Gallant said. A chorus of agreement followed suit, which Triumph waved off.

"Makes up for missing that fundraiser," he said. "Then again, I've been to a hundred of them."

And he wasn't the only one. Gallant knew Triumph long before both of them joined the Wards. The only real loss was ingratiating themselves with Brockton Bay's social elite.

"Talk about good timing," Aegis said, approaching them. He was masked up, a white t-shirt covering the mess of wounds on his body and a long towel wrapped around his waist. "Nice to meet you, Dinah."

"You too," she said, before blanching at the bloodstains on Aegis' shirt.

Aegis only smiled. "Don't worry, I heal good."

"It's time we left," Armsmaster said. "Dinah's going to meet her parents; we brought her here just to familiarize her with the area. She's expressed a strong interest in joining the Wards."

"Well, you're definitely safe here," Clockblocker said, smiling. "And we'd love to have another Ward. Just don't steal my thunder, okay?"

Gallant stifled a laugh. If Dinah could see the future well enough to know exactly when to call Triumph, she'd eclipse them all in no time flat.

"88.56432% chance your power lasts longer than two minutes next time you use it," Dinah said. "See? That's basically how my power works." Suddenly, she clutched her forehead and groaned. "Sorry. Headaches."

"It's okay, Dinah," Triumph said. "I'll take her, Armsmaster, if that's fine with you."

Armsmaster nodded. "Go ahead." He faced Dinah and gave her his famous smile. "Stay strong, Dinah."

She was already doing a great job at putting on a brave face, but Armsmaster's encouragement boosted her confidence.

"Hope she joins," Browbeat said, after Triumph and Dinah left. "Then I won't be the newbie."

Clockblocker smirked. "You'd still be green, dude. But I agree. And hey, if she joins, Vista won't be the only girl on the team!"

"What about Shadow Stalker?" Vista asked.

"Shadow Stalker's all woman," he said. Vista gagged.

Armsmaster stalked to the whiteboards, steel boots clanging against the chrome floor. There was a ton of intel, but Armsmaster was a fast reader.

"I like this," he said, before facing them. "Dinah was nearly kidnapped at the same time the Undersiders were out breaking the law." He tapped the whiteboard. "There's a connection between these crimes, I'm sure of it."

"Maybe the mercenaries heard about the Undersiders' robberies and chose that time to attack?" Aegis said. "Sir."

"Possibly. However, the timelines don't match. The mercenaries were already on their way to Dinah by the time the Undersiders struck their first target."

Browbeat raised his hand, and spoke after Armsmaster nodded at him. "How did they know about Dinah's power in the first place?"

"Dinah was complaining of headaches for weeks before today," Armsmaster said. "Furthermore, she told her classmates and teachers about her power, but no one believed her. That might have been how those mercenaries learned about Dinah."

A regular Cassandra, though the right people listened at the right time.

"Did anything stand out about the mercenaries, sir?" Vista asked, also raising her hand.

Armsmaster shook his head. "Not much. Their equipment and attire was generic. However, we can't rule out a potential backer."

Coil immediately stood out from what Gallant knew about the villain, but it wasn't as if there was a dearth of amoral millionaires with an axe to grind against Mayor Christner. Lung was an outside possibility, but he wasn't the discreet type, and he wouldn't help the Undersiders he despised.

Armsmaster concurred.

It was completely possible that this was all a coincidence, but that wasn't likely. What was likely was that keeping the Undersiders occupied gave Triumph and Velocity the time to save Dinah, and that was a victory that could stand on its own.

"Unfortunately," Armsmaster said, "they weren't the only villains active at that time. Glory Girl fought Circus at the Boardwalk."

"How is she?" Gallant asked, frowning.

"All she's dealing with is a bruised ego: Circus escaped."

That was a relief, especially when he learned that Circus hadn't stolen much. He'd tried calling Glory Girl, but she couldn't answer his call in time to help them fend off the Undersiders.

"You never know, Dean, maybe GG's in need of some TLC," Clockblocker said, waggling his eyebrows. Gallant smirked.

Armsmaster frowned, all maroon irritation. "Do it on your own time."

"Yes, sir," they said.

TLC, PDA, all of that intimacy could be one way of getting Victoria to make it up to him. It'd also be a good way to properly catch up with her after she cancelled their date. Frankly, this should've happened a long time ago, but it wasn't a coincidence that Victoria put an end to this mess the second she noticed Amy's blindingly obvious disdain towards these double dates.

Why, he didn't know, but she wouldn't tell him, either.

The rest of their meeting concluded a while later, allowing the Wards to nurse their injuries. As Gallant was mostly fit, he was ready to go on patrol. His destination? The Docks. His armour protected him from gunfire and his blasts could pacify most unpowered criminals. He could take care of himself, and do his best to keep the streets safe.

Fortunately, he hadn't needed to do much so far, but that was a problem in itself. Normally, patrols that passed without anything of note meant that the gangs were perpetrating crimes elsewhere. Barring Downtown, Brockton Bay wasn't safe enough to be low on crime.

When he crossed an abandoned set of warehouses, he saw a small group being swarmed by bugs: spiders, wasps, ants. It wasn't a natural swarm, either. The group collapsed, writhing in pain, and he switched his HUD to its infrared mode, searching for the swarm's Master.

Eventually, he found them approaching the group, looking around. He stayed out of sight and examined the Master once they passed the flickering streetlight. She had a dark grey costume covering a thin frame, armoured with black and white padding and hastily drawn blue stripes along her back. Long black hair curled down her shoulders, free from any protection.

He approached, careful not to garner the wrong sort of reaction. She was extremely wary, paranoid that she could be caught off-guard, so he made sure that his hands were loose at his sides, palms facing away from her. Her targets were clad in the ABB's red and green, and if she was alone, she most likely wasn't a villain.

"Excuse me," Gallant said. "Do you need any help?"

The Master faced him, blue lenses covering her eyes. Blinding red rage suffused her other emotions, churning as her bugs vibrated staccato.

"No," she said, voice taut as a razor-thin wire.

He sucked in a breath, gathering his nerves before he got overwhelmed. "Okay, I respect that, but it's dangerous out here. You shouldn't be alone."

"I don't need your help."

She turned away, pulling out a spool of thread to tie up all three ABB thugs. Some of her bugs landed on his armour, making her curse under her breath. There were few gaps for them to slip under, so there was no reason to shake them off. But it only made her angrier.

"Why are you still here? You want to fight me?"

"I'd rather talk than fight. Are you a hero?"

She pulled out a small purse from her pouch, rummaging inside, before closing it and walking away.

"I can help you deal with the police, if you – "

The purse dropped from her hands as she turned, hunched over. He tried to approach, but her swarm loomed over them both.

"Fuck off! I don't want anything to do with you!"

She took her purse and walked away, forming a bug barrier that promised trouble if he tried to break it.

Gallant frowned beneath his helmet. Damn it all. What in the world could have caused her outburst? It wasn't aimed at him specifically, but towards the end, a purple resentment emerged, fuelling her rage. And now, she was gone.

He pulled out his phone and called the police. Taking credit for someone else's heroism made him sick to his stomach, but he wouldn't put any pressure on this bug Master until he learned more about her.

The question was: how would he go about it?


Friday nights were always Gallant's favourite time to patrol, since it let him sort out his thoughts. They were still navigating the fallout of Dinah's foiled kidnapping and her recruitment to the Wards, the latter of which was being expedited. A big snag emerged around her power's drawbacks: she could only manage three or four questions a day before her headaches became too much to handle.

Panacea was brought in, but she couldn't stop them because they were caused by her power. All she could do was relieve her pain. Since she stuck around to heal the Wards' injuries, he decided to find out how she was feeling through her own words. It took some coaxing, but he got her to talk. She never wanted powers, and was burdened by being a healer that couldn't heal everyone even if she worked every hour of every day.

It was a pressure he understood well, not having a normal life, being shackled by expectations... but he chose to be a hero. Amy believed she had that choice taken from her, and she was so burnt out that she considered letting an innocent child die so that nobody would have to rely on her again.

Sometimes, he imagined Amy transforming into the worst kind of monster if she let her demons consume her, but at the same time, his heart ached for her. Truly weeped for her plight.

How could he respond to this level of despair without making everything worse?

"Have you told anyone else about this?" he'd asked.

"No, and I don't plan to. But Victoria knows something's wrong. She saw me working at the hospital, put two and two together, and cancelled that stupid double date just so she could cheer me up. But I can't ever tell her the truth, she'd never look at me the same way."

Past her surly frown, a storm of emotions clouded Amy's heart and mind: the gray muck of anxiety, dark yellow terror, deep blue sadness, and a bit below the storm... a deep-seated, envious green. She hated him, hated him for a long time, but he was used to hate.

"Victoria would never hate you. You know her better than I do, and you've accepted her, flaws and all. Don't you think that she'd do the same for you?"

Amy scowled. "She shouldn't." She twitched, growling in frustration. "I don't know. Maybe she would, and that scares me more than anything."

It would scare anyone. Her veneer of normalcy would be broken, and Amy wouldn't be able to hide from the darker parts of her psyche any longer. After all, her secrets were a lot to accept. Almost too much.

"I want to tell you to trust her with your fears, but you shouldn't force yourself to make a decision. So I'll tell you to take some time to think about it. Whatever you choose to do, put yourself first."

She thrust her hands into the pockets of her hooded jacket, all quiet and moody.

"Do you ever think my father thought he'd gone too far? Maybe he loved being a villain too much to try being good."

She'd mentioned him before, but how was he supposed to give her a proper answer if neither of them knew her father's name? At least she was opening up, he could work with that.

"He could have. I've thought of using my powers to manipulate people, but I choose not to. Most people have these kinds of thoughts, and you're not any worse for having them. But this stress you're putting yourself under isn't healthy. It won't help you find satisfaction in healing."

"I don't know if I agree. Anything beats becoming my father."

She left it at that. He offered to talk to her again whenever she felt like it. Reluctantly, she agreed. And that was good enough for him.

The problem with trying to help people solve their problems was that most of the time, it wasn't any of his business. He got involved anyway because he couldn't stand to see people's pain when it was screaming in his face.

That was why, against all better judgement, he returned to the Docks to find that bug Master. He had to trade patrol times with Shadow Stalker and get it sorted with Armsmaster, but it was worth almost any favour she asked of him.

An hour passed without incident, and his thoughts turned in a darker direction. Would he be able to help a girl who hated heroes so deeply? Would she try to attack him if they crossed paths? He really didn't know, but he couldn't stop thinking about her, either.

That wasn't exactly good: the Docks were wrought with danger, and if he got lost in thought, that danger could threaten him.

Fortunately, luck was on his side. He found her lurking a block away on a lone bench as some of her bugs infiltrated abandoned buildings. A few bugs were on his armour, but she hadn't left.

"Good evening," Gallant said, doing everything he could not to be a threat. "It's good to see you again."

She stood up and walked away. Doubt crept into his mind. She'd be better left alone. Then he squared his shoulders and followed her, not willing to give up just yet.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, whirling around. Her anger spiked, black hatred surging to the forefront of her emotional canvas. "Did Glory Girl put you up to this?"

The way she spat his girlfriend's hero name made his heart skip a beat.

"No, she didn't. Why would you assume that?"

"You're her boyfriend. Or her ex, I don't know which, but I don't give a damn either way."

"I broke up with Glory Girl because she can be really demanding and self-centered."

His relationship with Glory Girl in both of his identities was well known, and he found it morbidly amusing that he was two parts of a love triangle. A tumultuous one straight out of an old soap.

They broke up a lot. Although, he gave her another chance this time because she sincerely apologized for taking his patience for granted and made the effort to improve herself.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because of you."

He decided to approach, keeping an eye on her. She wouldn't attack him, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"I can see emotions, and while I don't know what made you hate heroes so much, it's awful that you had to go through such an experience."

She scoffed. "If you really want to know what happened, go and ask Glory Girl what she did."

Again, that spike of hatred. It seemed preposterous, but somehow, Glory Girl was its cause.

"I'd rather ask you," he said, because his girlfriend would probably pretend that nothing happened. "But she's not a bad person, if that's what you're thinking."

"Not a bad person? You're delusional."

Gallant coughed. "I'm what?"

Her hands tightened into fists as her bugs shivered, their awful keening grating his nerves. "Glory Girl attacked me just because she thought I was a villain!"

He just barely caught the rest of her tirade, too shocked to even process her accusation. Victoria was tough on crime, it was one of the many reasons why she was so popular, but there was no way that she could've brutalized a criminal, let alone this girl.

"Why do I even bother? You don't care what I have to say, you just think I'm lying because Glory Girl can't do anything wrong."

She was about to run away. He couldn't let her.

"I believe you!" Gallant said.

Fear swam through her cloud of emotion before it was drowned out by more anger. "No, you don't."

He forced himself to focus before his chance slipped between his fingers. "I do, because I can feel that you're telling the truth, and I don't think you'd lie about something this big."

"Well, good for you, but I am telling the truth."

"I know, but it's hard to believe, don't you think? Did you try to tell her that you weren't a villain?"

"I did! But she already decided to arrest me."

The girl shuddered, then her shoulders dropped, anger deflating out of her faster than a spent balloon. Gallant stood there, utterly confused. If this was true, then it was truly disappointing that his girlfriend could stoop so low. No, not disappointing... disgusting.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Panacea threatened to sue me, and she only healed me to shut me up."

Gallant expected that much from Amy; she'd do anything for her sister. At the same time, he couldn't believe that the same girl who hated healing so much that she nearly let an innocent boy die would hide a crime that could instantly give her the reprieve she craved.

Still, it put this innocent girl in quite the predicament. If she called Amy's bluff, she'd be crushed by the court of public opinion, let alone an actual court of law. It was a tough place to be without any allies to shoulder her burden. Gallant took a moment to collect himself. For the bug Master's sake, he couldn't steer her wrong.

"Whoever would do such a thing should be ashamed of themselves."

"Doesn't matter. They already got away with it."

"No, they didn't. I'll get to the bottom of this."

"Why?" she asked, stricken by disbelief. "They're your friends, why aren't you defending them?"

Gallant stared into the bug Master's blue lenses, lamenting the fact that he couldn't let her see the anguish he felt for her ordeal. "That's not who I am."

The bug Master didn't seem convinced, but that was perfectly understandable. A hero who couldn't be trusted was a hero who couldn't be relied on. That was why he went above and beyond to prove he was a hero worthy of being one. Heroes had to be held to a higher standard because they defended the innocent in open and in secret, sought justice for the downtrodden.

"What were you trying to find inside those buildings?" Gallant asked, for a much-needed change in subject.

She looked down at her hands, flexing them. "Stuff. Maybe drugs; just to turn them in."

"Was that why you fought those criminals last night?"

"It was just a coincidence. I found those guys selling drugs when I was on a walk. Stopping them isn't anything special. Glory Girl does it all the time."

"What you did was very brave. And I think you should keep on doing this."

The swarm of bugs surrounding them scurried away, all the bugs on his armour hopping off or flying into the darkness. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just want to go home," she said.

"Are you going to be okay on your own?"

"Yes."

He pulled out a notepad from a slot in his armour and scribbled down his personal number. "If you want to continue being a hero, or if you need someone to talk to, call me."

"I don't have a cellphone."

He wrote down his PHO handle on the same page. "Then contact me on PHO. I'll respond as soon as I can."

She held his note in her hands, deeply bewildered. "How will you know it's me? If I do this, I mean."

Gallant chuckled. "You're right. I don't even know your cape name."

"Don't have one."

"Then can I suggest one? It's up to you."

She shrugged. "Go ahead."

He took his time. There was a real opportunity to give this bug Master a name she could take pride in. Unfortunately, there weren't many compelling bug-related names left.

"What do you think about Skitter?" Gallant said. It didn't sound too villainous or lame.

"I don't like it," she replied. "Sorry."

Gallant raised his hands, knuckles forward. "No problem."

What name would fit best? Her bugs responded to her emotions, almost like a collective that she controlled.

"Union?" he suggested.

"No, definitely not. It wouldn't be right."

"What about Monarch? You've got the hair for it."

She shook her head, though he felt royal blue pride emerge after complimenting her hair. "Sounds too arrogant. I'm not a ruler."

Think, Dean, think. He had to come up with something, but he was running out of ideas. Her dark costume, the blue stripes that didn't quite fit but gave her colour anyway, her bright blue lenses... Gallant slammed a fist into his armoured glove. Of course.

"What about Legion? Think about it, you control bugs, they respond to your will, and the name won't give away your powers. 'My name is Legion, for we are many.'"

She bowed her head, actually considering it. "Isn't that from the Bible?"

"It is."

Though he knew the phrase from Mass Effect. Come to think of it, he was surprised that there wasn't a prominent hero named Paragon... or a villain named Renegade.

"If I remember right, the Legion in the Bible was a demon or something. It's been a long time since I read it, though."

"Shoot."

He quickly explained why he thought Legion was a good name: the character's intelligence, unique perspective and search for identity. Although, it wouldn't be a good look to be a hero named after a Biblical demon.

"Legion seems like a great character," she said. "You can call me Legion for now, but I'm still not sure about the connotations."

Gallant smiled from reflex. "That's fine by me. Now I can put a name to your face. Or mask."

She bowed her head, the tiniest sliver of white hope sneaking through her storm of emotions. "Why are you helping me?"

"You need help. I'm here to give it. As for Glory Girl, I'll talk to her, see what she has to say for herself. But you have nothing to worry about. I'm on your side."

"I'll believe it when I see it." Her shoulders tensed from magenta shame. "No offense, but I'm done taking people's shit, and I don't know if I want to be a hero."

"I understand. I'm happy you gave me a chance."

Legion walked away, and Gallant was proud to see her hold her head high. Her deluge of anger was cooling off, though her resentment and mistrust hadn't faded. Honestly, he was relieved that he got through to her, and he was so grateful that she accepted his help.

However, her anger at Victoria and Amy was truly disturbing.

Being the son of a wealthy businessman attracted all sorts of opportunists and duplicitous hypocrites eager to leech off his wealth and privilege. It made it tough to know if anyone liked him for him. It was a lonely time, and entering high school brought love and infatuation into the equation, compounding his isolation to no end.

With great effort, he rose out of the pit of despair and became Gallant, embodying the ideals his parents instilled in him to clean the rot poisoning his home. His powers exposed many uncomfortable truths, but it brought him real friends and a girlfriend whose sincerity shone through every interaction he ever had with her.

She had her flaws, everyone did, but it was almost impossible to believe that Glory Girl could hide a crime of this magnitude from the world at large while pretending that she was a glorious hero.

Whatever the truth was, he'd make sure Legion was taken care of. That meant talking to Victoria.

It was high time he called in his favour.


Author's Note: Please review and tell me what you think.