Ever wonder what happens to those playing the game of croquet? I sure have, so I took the liberty of making my own endings. Here are the three different endings - one for each character participating - that could occur. Enjoy!

Just a reminder...

King of Hearts=Charles

Queen of Hearts=Marianne

White King=Cornelia

White Queen=Euphemia

Red King=Schneizel

Red Queen=Kanon

Prince of Hearts=V.V.

"Clearly my queen and I are right in our thinking: Croquet should only be enjoyed by the nobility," the King of Hearts declared. "And therefore, we will prove this through a three way croquet battle against you, White Queen and Red King."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," the Queen of Hearts responded. "Of course, my dear, you will be victorious."

The King of Hearts beamed at his wife and prepared the castle grounds for the croquet game. "It will be a classic figure eight setup," the King proclaimed, gathering his two competitors to the starting line. "As the host, I will pick my colors and begin the game."

He chose black, like the clubs and spades suits that adorned his house. The White Queen chose white for herself, while the Red King decided on red.

"How original," the White King muttered from the sidelines.

"Wait one second," the White Queen told her fellow competitors. "We should agree ahead of time to meet again in one month here at these castle grounds to assess the outcome of this game, be it only for nobility-"

The King of Hearts nodded.

"-for world domination-"

The Red King smirked.

"-or for the use of all," she finished with a smile.

"We agree," the other two Kings said in unison.

"I know what we're missing!" the Red Queen shouted. "We need an official announcer!"

"I am your host, why can't I be the announcer?" the King of Hearts complained.

"You can't do everything dear," his wife crooned. "Just focus on your game or chop! Off with your head!"

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Good thing I, the Prince of Hearts, am here to do justice in announcing this match!" From behind the Queen of Hearts, the short blond boy appeared and sought the open position.

"Permission granted," the King of Hearts thundered, not bothering to wait for a group consensus on the matter.

"Then let the game begin!" shrieked the Prince.

The game began in earnest. "And the White Queen is off to an early lead with the Red King close behind. The King of Hearts is trailing them. What is going on?!" The Prince clearly was biased toward his father. But that is besides the point.

"Oh, oh, did you see that? The Red King has just taken over the lead! He and the White Queen have passed through the middle of the figure eight design. The King of Hearts still trails. GET YOUR GAME ON DAD!"

"Hey, can you at least try not to be completely biased?" the White King demanded. "An announcer is supposed to give a scope of whats going on in the game, not insert their own personal agendas."

The Prince of Hearts gulped and tried harder. "At this point the game is halfway over. The King of Hearts has caught up to the others and the race is now neck to neck going into the second half of the match. All the competitors are clearly giving it their all!"

"For the people!" shouted the White Queen, nailing a hit with her mallet that sent her white ball through the upcoming wicket.

"For world domination!" the Red King proclaimed, following right behind the Queen.

"For me!" the King of Hearts declared, sailing his ball past the other two and into almost-perfect position for the next wicket.

"The others have managed to somehow on accident knock the King of Heart's ball into perfect position. If he nails this, he begins the home stretch for the win," the commentator commentated.

A hush fell over the audience.

"Only the final two wickets to go. The King of Hearts has a solid lead. If he makes this shot, it's game over for the other two," the Prince said in a hushed voice.

The King of Hearts lined up his shot, hit the ball with a resounding 'whack' of his mallet, and all in attendance heart the 'crack' of the ball hitting the stake.

"The King of Hearts has won!" the Prince rejoiced. "Croquet is only to be played by the nobility!"

All of the castle rejoiced as the White Queen left in defeat with her King on their vehicle, and the Damocles sailed off with the Red King and Queen inside.

"We did it my dear, we can finally walk the grounds without having commoner rabble dirty the place up." The King of Hearts was proud of his victory and counted on his Queen to stroke his ego further.

"That you did, honey, that you did."