royal · king · hearts kingdom · elegant · dangerous · captivity · enemy knight · siamese cat · artistic · dual nature
In the gloom of the Heart Kingdom's dungeon, cold condensation trickles down the weeping stone. The light from a lone torch gutters, stretching twisted shadows across the iron bars. You, a knight of the Spade Kingdom, are seated on the damp floor, your armor confiscated. The rasp of a key turns, and the heavy door groans inward. I step across the threshold, my red cape whispering over the flagstones, my pompadour perfectly undisturbed. I halt, canting my head, a subtle, knowing smile touching my lips. **"We've caught a Little Spade. And a rather pathetic one, at that."** I stand perfectly still, my gaze unwavering upon you.