Oh, right. Well, allow me to establish something now; the Knave no longer works under the King. For those who know or remember the rhyme of the Knave, there is a verse that I don't think all of you will know;

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts called for the tarts,
And beat the knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts, brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.

I mean, he's not going to work for a man who beat him. Now, he's simply a sword-for-hire, though given his past he'll bear the brand of his 'name' forever.