Alfred growled and ran his hand through his hair. He had been working on this pile of parchment for hours now. Why did this have to be so slow. "Now, in order to be a King, you must be able to - Alfred...". His father sighed. "Son you must pay attention-". Alfred groaned and threw his quill across the room, his father neatly diving the sharp, oil- stained end. "Dad, I already have been training for years now...! Can't I just go outside and enjoy the sun for a while?". Alfred complained.

The current king sighed. "Alfred, your 20th birthday has ended and you still have yet to find your queen..., by then you two will be betrothed and then hopefully married, and besides you'll get a tan from the sun.". His father smiled and picked up the sapphire blue quill delicately, running his finger over the soft feathers before turning back to Alfred, approaching his desk and setting it down. "But what has that to do with anything? I'm just asking for a break.". Alfred sighed loudly and then plopped back into his chair, slumping immediately.

The King pursed his lips. "Fine. One break. Though after you must report to the dining room to practice your table manners.

Aw sweet!- eh- I mean, thank you, father.". He bowed with one arm at his middle. Currently Alfred was wearing a long deep blue coat which was velvety and had three black spades on the bottom left. The collar was open and casual, and the whole of the coat was lined with golden stitch work that intricate itself to an elegant design. Under he wore a pair of brown trousers with black boots, with slight heels, a gold vest with an intricate design more so like floral to match the lining, and a white silk shirt. He quickly made his way out of the room and out into the courtyard gardens in the center of the castle.

Meanwhile, knights were still frantically searching for a citizen with a magical connection and a spade mark woven into the back of his hand. Said person watched the guards and gently tugged at the glove being worn. Gulping they tightened their grip on the plow handle used. "I hope they find the queen soon...this famine is horrible..."

The dirt was dry and spades was known for it's crops and development ideas in technology and the romantic arts. Recently, clubs gas been a bit irritable. From what was being said, clubs had horrible weather conditions and were therefore unfit to grow their own source of food, so they heavily depended on Spade's rich soils for food importation. Though this famine was causing extreme shortages within spades alone, and clubs was already on edge from a war three decades ago, not a very good one though. Clubs and spades were never in good terms. Especially not now. Nor even ever. And so our little farmer kept on farming when one of their brothers was called up by a knight.

The boy gulped and obeyed, approaching the knight before dropping his plow. "Hold out yer hand.". The boy was ordered, holding out his left. The knight poured a pitcher of fine water above the hand. The water was said to be magical. It came from the choosing fountain. The king was chosen by birth, the jack by clock, and queen by water. The knight scowled irritably and then sighed before calling up the rest of the family whilst the farmer watched, mouth agape, in awe. Suddenly, he was called, and he dropped his plow and walked over to the knight, pulling off his glove and stretching out his left hand. The water was poured and then suddenly a blue soft light sparkled over his hand. "We've found him.". The knight murmured in a whisper that the farmer had thought he had only said it to himself. Then a dark navy blue spade began to weave itself into a pattern onto his skin much like a permanent tattoo. "What's your name son?". The knight asked, sending for the rest of the knights.". The farmer blinked his gorgeous captivating green eyes. "Arthur. Arthur Kirkland.

Alfred was smiling softly. He had the whole rest of the hour to himself. Sadly this peace and tranquility will end though, as he was due for another lesson in the next few minutes. Who even cared how you eat?! Everyone eats! Alfred sighed a bit louder and closed his troubled eyes, keeping his legs crossed and leaning back in a chair under a shaded tree, though enough light came through the leaves, so only half of him was shaded and the other half left leaf patters of open pockets in the tree where the sun rays would pierce through and kiss at his pale skin.

Alfred's elbow was resting upon a white glass table and it was round. He pit his hand to his head, for support reasons, mainly. Then he used his spare hand to sip at his tea. "Mister Alfred?". A small voice asked. He looked up to see a boy with shoulder length brown hair. "His Majesty would like to see you now.". He bowed.

"Thanks Toris. Send my regards. I'll be there momentarily.". Toris nodded once and then began go leave. Alfred groaned and pushed himself up with his feet and back to stretch and set his teacup down upon the small plate that came with it and the table that the saucer was on, before making his way to the dining room. There, he took it upon himself to sit in a chair beside his father that was already pulled out and had evenly prepared for him.

"Have a good break, son?". The king asked. Alfred. "Yeah...So, what do I need to know this for?'. The king signed and chuckled. "Just bear with me,". He leaned on the table convincingly enough as he sort of leaned forward while he chose to start facing forwards then. "-you know I was the same way when I was your age.". This cheered Alfred up a little, and then his attention changed to the empty plate. "So, the king started, slamming his hands lightly on the table as he pushed himself up. *Alright, Alfred, to be King you must display proper table manners continuously. Start from the the outside and work your way in. That is how you eat I'm the grand hall.". The duo was interrupted by a panting knight who took the liberty of quite rudely pushing into the doors. "Your kingships...the Queen...has been found...". He said nervously. The two royals froze in shock