Natalya soon found herself lost in the woods, and her body failed her from the blood loss, disappearance of adrenaline, and lack of energy with in her body.
She was picked up by a blond haired man that brought her to a small, homely, and pink cabin that rested in the middle of the woods.
Another man was outside, and sweeping off the leaves from the path.
"Toris, I think I found one of the princesses of the Club Kingdom." Feliks, the blond man that had rescued Natalya, called out towards the brown haired man that had been sweeping the path off.
Toris rushed in to work as he caught sight of Natalya; she was as pale as death with the red of blood dripping down her arm to her side, and continuing to flow flow down even further.
The brunette had once been a famous doctor in the Kingdom Of The Clubs until he had ran away with Feliks when the blond had almost been killed by the guards of the palace that had decided that Feliks had been in the way when they were buying food from the marketplace that had probably been used for the King's food or just as snacks for the guard.
Toris had decided that it would be safer if he took his blond lover away from the kingdom, so they moved in to the woods that happened to be just outside of the kingdom; they built a cabin there, or Toris built it while Feliks looked on.
Either way, the Lithuanian man set to work on treating the last biological member of Clubs' royalty.
Natalya awoke many hours later to find herself laying in an unknown bed while her arm somehow seemed to hurt worse than before.
She could smell something cooking, and two male voices socialising somewhere with in the house that was more than likely the kitchen.
Natalya was startled by the sight of Toris entering the room with a tray of food in his hands that appeared to be for her.
"Oh, good. You're awake!" Feliks spoke as he had followed his brown haired lover in to the room.
"Who are you?" Natalya was still very confused at how she had gotten here, and who these men were.
"I'm Toris." Toris smiled at her, and set the tray on to her lap.
"I am Feliks." He grinned shyly yet somehow eccentrically at her.
"I am Princess Natalya." The woman on the bed murmured.
"We totally know that. See, I found you and told Tori who you are." Feliks added on as he had seemingly warmed up to her more than before.
Toris blushed at the feminine sounding nickname that Feliks had used for him in Natalya's presence.
"Tori?" Natalya asked curiously, and began to search for a woman.
"Feliks meant me." Toris mumbled in embarrassment; he didn't mind the nickname so much when they were alone, but it was painfully mortifying to be called by it in front of other people.
Natalya was surprised at that confession, and how girly Toris's nickname sounded.
She carefully picked up her silverware, and tried to eat; it proved to be difficult to manage with one arm.
The princess was frustrated that she couldn't feed herself at the moment, and Toris decided to take over that task by hand feeding her himself.
Natalya felt extremely embarrassed by the action, but she let him as she couldn't feed herself.
Elizabeta found the cabin that she was looking for easily enough; it appeared abandoned like it always had.
She snuck in through the back door like she use to have to; she saw two men in the kitchen.
One sat on the other's lap as they talked; thankfully the man that she had been looking for was the one that had the eerily familiar looking man on his lap.
"Gilbert." Eli called out as she entered the kitchen and sat down beside the two men.
"Lizzy, or should I now call you Queen Elizabeta?" Gilbert asked her with a smirk on his attractive yet pale face; a devil's tail twitched behind him leisurely.
"I am not a queen anymore. Someone killed my king, and the heirs to the throne." Elizabeta announced to her old lover.
"Ah. They got your kingdom too. I didn't think that he'd even let you live." Gilbert announced mysteriously as the Joker he was easily pulled any which way based off of how he felt at the time.
Elizabeta had been drawn in to the dangerousness and mystery of the Joker when she had first met him which had led to a romantic relationship at the time until she had been requested for and married Ivan; loyalty had been the only real bond that had connected her and Ivan other than the pride of being the queen that the citizens could look up to.
"Are you on their side then?" She wondered if Gilbert would even let her live.
"I don't pick sides, Lizzy. You know that. Whichever side I am on is the awesome side, and the right side." Gilbert smirked at her.
"So are you going to kill me then?" Elizabeta asked; her head was tilted up proudly to show that she had dignity even when faced with death.
"I could never do that. You know that I am loyal to my own, don't you?" Gilbert answered her.
Elizabeta smiled a tight lipped smile at that; she had stopped considering herself his long ago, and hadn't thought that the devilish Joker had still cared about her.
