So, second chapter.
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Alfred looked to his Jack, who was staring at the Pirate will a steely calmness. There was a long silence, in which the three Spades looked at one another. Kirkland broke the silence by getting to his feet, his crimson coat slipping off of his shoulders. As he stood to his full height, Alfred vaguely noted that he was quite a small man; taller than Yao, but still quite short. That shocked him slightly, knowing that this man was a Pirate Captain and most likely a ruthless murderer. Kirkland stood in a manner that made Alfred question just how ruthless this man was. He stood tall, proud and looked at the King and the Jack like he owned them both. The Pirate raised an eyebrow.
"Well?" He inquired, smirking at their awed silence. Yao took a deep breath. The King was sure, that if there wasn't steel bars separating the three of them, Kirkland would be starting a fight at the drop of a hat. As he inspected his Queen further, he came to the conclusion that he really wouldn't want to get in a fight with the pirate. He didn't look like he could win a weight-lifting competition, but he could see that he could pack a punch. His small stature would aid him too, more likely a lithe fighter than anything else.
"You can't put off your duty forever Arthur." Yao spoke calmly. Kirkland's eyes narrowed, turning acidic green.
"What?" He spat, taking a step forward. Even with the bars there, Alfred felt the need to take a step backwards. He held firm though, trying to look like he wasn't intimidated by the smaller man. The Pirate's eyes flashed to his for a brief second, but he turned back to Yao. Alfred let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
"You need to except that you are the Queen of Spades." Yao began again, holding his own under the glare he was receiving. "You need to get your act together and uphold your title as Queen." Kirkland rolled his eyes, turning to the small window in his cell. Even though he was dirty, beaten and imprisoned, he looked rather bad-ass standing in the silver light of the moon.
"Sounds boring." He said, looking out the window. "Why should I be imprisoned to rule the land, when the ocean is much more exciting? Why should I be condemned to be Queen when I never even asked for it?" He questioned; a serious look on his face. In the silence that followed, Alfred contemplated on what to say. Even Yao looked stumped for an answer. Kirkland smirked at the silence, knowing that he'd won.
"If there isn't an answer, then why should I take up the role as Queen?" He asked, closing his eyes as he smiled smugly.
"You should take up the role because it's your destiny." Alfred exclaimed, breaking the smug silence. Kirkland turned his head to look at the King with a shocked look. Alfred blushed under the scrutiny of his gaze.
"Pardon?" With one word, Alfred saw a whole different side to Kirkland. He saw a polite young man, who put up the pirate charade because he was looking for adventure. He didn't doubt that Kirkland wouldn't hesitate to kill someone, but now, in this different light, he looked like the person to mourn after it. Kirkland realised what was going through the King's mind, and gave a pointed glare. He threw it from his mind, this man was dangerous, and he shouldn't try to convince himself otherwise.
"What did you say?" Alfred took a deep breath, beginning again.
"We were given these positions because it was our destiny. And our destiny is something that cannot be changed. We may fight it; we may run from it, but in the end, we will never escape from it." He stepped forward, and in shock, Kirkland took a step back. He honestly hadn't been expecting the idiot of a King to give him an answer. In a concise moment, he saw the honesty and power. He saw the future of the kingdom, the greatness that it would be lead to. He scowled and the thought disappeared, replaced only by the uncontrollable urge to strangle the bloody git.
"What a load of bloody bull-shit." Kirkland spat, eyes returning to their acidic green colour. The King's eyes widened slightly. "There is no such thing as destiny. It's about the choices you make." He turned around, and picked up his coat.
"Now, if you have no further questions, I suggest you go back to your pansy little lives." He growled, ending the conversation. Alfred waited for him to say something else, but he simply hung his coat back over his shoulders and sat down on the cold, hard floor. He turned, still in a half state of shock, to Yao, who shook his head. With a final look at the Queen, The Jack turned around and began his way back to the main hallways. The King however, stayed a little bit longer. He continued to stare at his Queen, an irrepressible need to be in the company of his Queen.
That need had been explained to him many times. Each King and Queen had taken to attempt to explain the primeval instinct to be in the company of their counterpart. The King of Diamonds – an odd man by the name of Francis Bonnefoy – had explained to him how he often craved the innocence of his beloved Queen. Lilli, who had been announced to be the Queen of Diamonds at the tender age 12, had giggled when Alfred had asked her why she craved to spend time with perverted King. She had explained that, although he was a difficult man to be around, she found him humorous. Their marriage was not out on lust or love, but of the tender affections they found themselves feeling whenever they were alone.
He'd asked the Queen of Hearts, a quiet, small man named Kiku, why he enjoyed the company of his King. His friend had told him, that it wasn't because Ludwig made him happy, but instead the bright smile the man brought to their beloved Jack and friend, Feliciano. He'd even tried to speak with the Royalty of the Kingdom of Clubs, but the King had turned him away. He'd instead turned to the Queen, an amusing lady named Elizaveta. She'd told him that her Husband was not the man most thought him to be. She enjoyed his closed, personal personality, and told him that she loved him without romance, but more the feeling of wanting someone close.
As he stood before his own Queen, he finally understood what they'd been trying to teach him. Emerald eyes glared up at him, and Alfred slowly understood that Kirkland could feel it too.
"Your Majesty?" Yao's voice echoed down the corridor, snapping Alfred out of the trance-like state. With one last look, Alfred turned on his heel and left.
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