Anne was getting used to his brisk, straight-forward attitude.  It was one that wasn't likely to win him many friends amongst the court - no style, no face-saving, no ... bullshit.  Ironically, he'd probably get along best with Benedict, she mused.<br/><br/>She regarded Random's image, willing the card to go cold and the Pattern to reach out across Shadow to the King.  A polite knock of a Trump call, her mind arrayed with precision and some measure of decorum.