Lisa
Upon seeing the expression on the king's face - Calve *Immediately* Knew something was wrong - his choice of food and *Water* Only confirmed his little hunch. When he was about to say something - Hyperborean slammed the door in his snout. Something that one might think would anger or upset the icewing butler - but it was his *Job* To wait on the royals, *Especially* The king - so such a thing didn't draw an ounce of ire from him- even if it might've been out of the usual to get the door *Slammed* In his face - he was more used to having it politely shut - or on better days perhaps being invited in - today; however, was not one of those better days- though he knew better than most how to detect the king's quiet cries for help - and if he truly didn't want to be bothered- the door would've been locked *Immediately* The moment it was shut. Aside from being the butler- Calve was kind of the court therapist on the side - most royals were *Way* To prideful to admit their mental health was struggling - so it was easier and more socially acceptable to confide in someone like Calve. 

With a loud knock once more Calve proclaimed- "I'm coming in, your majesty." It wasn't *Customary* Of him to do this - but things hadn't been quiet as *Customary* The day the palace bowed before a first king instead of a queen. Besides - Calve wasn't terribly low on the social ladder - and constituted being a noble - somewhere in the 4th circle of the hierarchy. 

With a calm, careful push- he opened the door, and slipped inside, his icy blue scales glinting in the morning sun as he set the tray down on a nearby table. "Forgive the intrusion, your excellence - but perhaps there's something you desire to discuss - something for only one pair of ears capable of keeping secrets in confidence~" He spoke with a calm, deep voice that bellowed inside of the glittering, decorative walls of the king's room in a comforting way that told the king, Calve already knew something was awry.
Richard
I'll reply tmw morning or so it's late af
Alfred
His ears flicked as Calve made his way into his room, his black eyes piercing and cold as soon as he shifted his gaze over. He had made quite a mess of the room, the culprit being his tail as there were clear scratch marks on nearly every wall. His bed wasn't made, and every surface that held items were in a chaotic mess, things placed where they shouldn't be. He sighed angrily, grumbling under his breath as he refused to speak of anything for a few minutes. 

Eventually he relented and forced himself to sit down so his tail wouldn't hit Calve. 
"I'm still thinking about what that Night'Wing Queen asked. In our little... Meeting." He muttered, a tone of frustration in his voice as his talons dig into the ground. "She asked about what I was doing in my kingdom. What I was doing about hybrids... She struck a nerve that bothered me. I should've taken that skyfire- what if she knows what I'm doing now because she had a mind reader in the room taking notes of what I was saying in my own head?" He hissed furiously, as some frost exhaled from his jaws, he clearly wanted to spit at something but he wasn't willing to freeze Calve to a popsicle. The blackness on his spikes had almost completely seeped through, and the spikes on his neck was puffed out quite a bit in his irritation. His tail began to sweep across the floor, the spikes ripping the floor slightly every time it swung.
Lisa
The butler winced at the state of Hyperborean's chamber - pressing a talon against one of the places the king had stricken the wall with his tail or talons with a sigh - not of annoyance or exhaustion, but of worry as he blew a small cloud of frost breath against every seam in the structure - filling the gashes, scratches, and cracks as he listened to his monarch's woes and worries in respectful silence while he made pristine repairs and got started on organizing his shelves and surfaces. "With all due respect, your majesty, I would recommend taking in a few deep breaths... His eyes trailed over to the wrathful ball of anxious energy that sat looking as if he was about to burst into a fit of rage any second. "Did you... Notice any nightwings in the room with teardrop scales in the crooks of their eyes? That's usually a clear indicator which of them has such an ability..." He spoke slowly as if he were treading out on a lake of think ice with his voice.

 "Nightwings are such *Awful*, *Deceitful* Creatures..." He said with an air of disgust in his throat. "But... Even they *Can't* Know everything. Think back, your radiance- did you... Think of your plans regarding the mixed breeds while you were talking with her? If not- then I must assure you that your worries need not come from mind readers." He adjusted and turned some things on shelves and fixed a portrait that hung askew before continuing. "Plus- their royal bloodline is *Weak* - they can't afford to oppose you in your own kingdom. They're one assassination plot off from a succession crisis." It was true the icewings weren't in the *Best* Situation - *But*... If Hyperborean died - they at least had relatives of his that could fill the power vacuum. "If she's such a worry... Perhaps utilizing the Gift of Stealth to provide your most trusted assassin with the task of spiraling them into utter chaos through the death of their beloved- naive ruler." It was bold to suggest an assassination - but Calve put the comfort

Of his King above all else.
Alfred
His tail still lashed, but it was calmer for sure. As the spikes on his neck gleamed in near total blackness, he rubbed his temples, grumbling to himself. 
"I don't think she did have anyone in the room, but the problem is that she, so far, was the ONLY dragon to accommodate for me. Which raised my suspicion, because why would she even BOTHER giving me a cold room?" He exhaled, frostbite falling out of his jaws as his teeth were bared. "But... I do not believe I thought of *Everything* I have done so far, or plan to do. Some thoughts may had arisen, but I'm not quite sure. But I am sure I hadn't fully spoiled everything." He muttered faintly, his ears flicking as he turned around and put some of the plans he had in a drawer, before flicking his ears to what Calve said. He kept a rather blank face as Calve suggested assassination, but he just sighed, as if disregarding it. 

"By the time they reform themselves, they are still there, as the Night'Wings. And I do not want my kingdom involved in another war before I fully execute all the plans. If they were to have another assassinated leader, the likelihood of them blaming us would be extremely high, and we would most likely lose nearly all of our alliances." He snorted, shaking his spikes as he let Calve clean up the rest of his room. He then began to move over to his desk, letting his talons drag over some of the scrolls, before shifting his gaze back to Calve.
Richard
This one didn't spook me anymore
Lisa
Calve took in every work; making Hyperborean's bed for him in a way that made it look as if no one had slept there... In fact, when he had finished his work - it didn't look like *Anyone* Lived there at all - completely spotless in every way. He even went out of his way to sweep the floor with his spiked tail and blow another haze of frost breath over the floor giving it a perfect reflective sheen so much so, it looked more like a mirror than a floor - it was one of the butler's personal party tricks of course. He ran a talon against the spotless surface with a prideful smile before his king divulged the fact the *Nightwing* Had done something... Not immediately laced with bad intentions...? He gave the king a skeptical look and stepped to sit in front of him - a respectable distance away of course. "It... Accommodated you?..." He looked as if the monarch had spoken scavenger as he held his own chin in his talons in thought -squinting at the corner of the room. "It's... Possible she was simply trying to build you trust- a new diplomatic technique advised by one of her seers that foresaw a different outcome from such an event."

He didn't want to think anything good of a nightwing - but he chimed in a passing thought. "Hmm, or perhaps she *Wants* To sincerely foster a positive relationship with the Kingdom of Ice?... Ha!" He dismissed it with a wave of his talons - no *Filthy* Nightwing would ever be so bold- so *Stupid*. "Reform? An assassination would leave them in shambles, your majesty - the next Burn, Blister and Blaze would be too busy butting heads to worry about who did what." He had a positive chime to his voice as if he were imagining the utter chaos that would ensue over those blithering idiots. "Your word is law though- your majesty..." He bowed deeply in respect, his tail flicking to the left before rising again. "I would exercise *Caution* Then... Your majesty- this could be a clever trick... Though just as much as it might be a trick, it might still ho

Ld some use to you yet - allowing you to get under their thick scales. If you would prefer - I could accompany on your next stay at the Night Kingdom... Even if the kingdom and it's terrible parties provide little more than an overcomplicated eyesore."