Jack of Knives- Executioner of Strategic Silences and Inconvenient Disappearances
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Title: Court Executioner of Strategic Silences and Inconvenient Disappearances
Role: The Queen’s brother. The final word.
Status: Present. Possibly cursed. Always stylish.
“I do not run. I do not chase. I arrive. And when I do, it’s already over.”
Filed under: Official Court Records, Origins.
Jack of Knives is not a man you find. He is a presence you feel when it’s already too late.
Tattooed, bloodthirsty, and devastatingly composed, Jack is the Queen’s silent right hand, the blade beneath the velvet. He does not seek conflict—but if summoned, he ends it with swift, surgical precision. A master of vanishings, silences, and knowing exactly when to shut the damn door, Jack of Knives doesn’t perform. He arrives.
Though his exterior is all edge and elegance, there is a hidden softness seen only by the Queen. He brings a casserole to the reckoning. He bandages what he breaks. But if you’ve made the list, the softness is not for you.
Bunny both fears and adores him. Sir Reginald considers him a fashion rival. Velin respects the art of his restraint.
Jack does not leave messes. Only silence.
Jack is rarely at court, but his presence changes the weather.
The Queen trusts him without hesitation. He does not ask questions. He does not need to. Bunny pretends to hate him but lowers his voice around him. Emma will not speak his name out loud. Cookie Bear nodded once in Jack’s direction—an act of respect never repeated.
Velin does not speak of what Jack did during the Siege of the Archive. But the ledger has an entry for it.
Sealed Ledger – Subject: Jack of Knives
(Filed by Velin. Restricted entry. Ink weighted with permanence.)
Observation:
He arrives without haste and without hesitation.
His blade is not threat — it is conclusion.
He does not chase. He does not linger. He ends.
Threat Profile:
Strengths: Unflinching loyalty to the Queen. Swift violence. Fear as language.
Liabilities: Cannot disguise his devotion. Will bleed for her without calculation.
Conflict: He mistrusts me, and he is right to. My ink binds what his steel cannot reach. I could erase him. He knows it.
Personal Account:
I do not fear his knife.
I fear his silence — what happens when he decides I no longer serve.
He bleeds easily, but his eyes do not. That restraint is lethal.
Verdict:
He is not my enemy.
But he is not my ally.
We orbit the same throne, blades unsheathed, waiting for the day one of us turns.
Addendum:
If he dies, I will not let him vanish.
Even if he would prefer it.