The moon above is reflected on the shimmering water's surface, as fireflies dance across it. The grass dances in the light breeze, the rare and exotic flowers joining in peacefully. The castle's white and indigo colors blend to suit the scenery well, and the golden plated pillars seem to shine. A mahogany grandfather clock stands as a centerpiece, ticking every second. The palace gardens are truly a magnificent sight. However, it is easily disrupted.
A flash of violet overcomes the gold, sending a wave of imperfection through the scene, and the soft pitter patter of light footsteps can be heard. "You are late" Says a voice, hidden in the nature. "Wrong, it is the clocks that are late." comes the reply from the violet-robed man, "Has the King been hindering your thoughts, my Queen?" A young blond steps out from behind the clock, holding in his hand a pocket watch in the shape of a spade. "Quite the opposite, I wanted to make a deal with you." This intrigues the Jack, who is known for his slyness, and he takes a step towards the smirking Queen. "Should you really be hiding such secrets from your King? Not that I object, it is my job to serve you, after all." The Queen's smirk only grows at this, for he can see the Jack's interest which he is trying so desperately to hide.
"My Jack, I was confronted by a Joker last night."
The Jack's eyes widen, and a gust of wind blows his ponytail behind him, nearly taking his hat with it. The Queen continues, "He promised great riches… However, I am not sure how or why. All I know is that we must not tell the King." The Jack smirks at this, for he is an ambitious man. The grandfather clock lets out call, signalling the next hour, and calls the man back to reality, back to his right mind. "My Queen, please hear me out. Jokers are wildcards, they use their witchcraft and stunning looks to make you believe anything. They thrive on discord, nothing good could come of this."
"My Jack… My dear, dear Jack… You have magic of your own, or have you forgotten?" The Jack clenches his fists, knowing full well where this is going. "You know I do not like to use it, my Queen. You also know that I have not much, far too little to disable a Joker's loopholes." The Queen laughs. "Better than none, I say. You can try, and you must. I believe you know full well what will happen if you do not follow through." And the Jack does; the Queen will follow through recklessly with the plans once he has been hanged. "He offered a contract. Though, I declined as I knew I could not tell a soul once I signed. However, he will return soon. I figured if I told you, perhaps I could have someone to find what the Joker wants, and perhaps, above that, receive the riches he promised me." The Jack grins wickedly. He is in no place to decline, but he knows what this means. Either way, he will receive no profit but his right to live. However, this sparks a plan in the depths of his mind; a nasty plot in which he will face this Joker himself. This is the story of the Jacks ambitions, and how lovely motivations aren't always as clean and clear as they seem.