Author's Notes: Here is the space where I get to be annoying! I am seriously addicted to cardverse fanfics and I am thinking about writing a few more *hint hint* after this is done, of course. And [hopefully] it will not be this long anf confusing. Sorry about that. (Q_Q) If anyone has any ideas or requests, do not be afraid to tell me! I wanted to thank my 100+ people who added this story to their alert list. ACK! Thankie! On with talking about the story. I like this chapter, and I also don't like it. I'm always iffy with all of my chapters. There isn't any romance or action it is just a bunch of plot thrown at you. (This seems so rushed but it is supposed to be within a 3 day period). Warning: if you skipped any middle chapters, now would be a good time to read them since there are going to be a few references in upcoming chapters. Thank you for adding this story to your favorites/alerts or reviewing! I do not really have much to say. Enjoy :)
Warnings: Strong language.
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The golden sun streamed light upon on the wooden platform built outside the castle as it traveled upward in the cerulean, cloudless sky. On the stage were the two royal thrones moved from the throne room for this occasion. Spadians travelled from the farthest lengths of the kingdom to attend this important royal announcement. Some even camped out in small tents in the surrounding forest for the ceremony.
Iain was the first to walk onto the stage wearing an indigo long coat spotted with golden spades slung over his white button down shirt and beige trousers. Draping over his shoulders was the royal blue cloak passed down from all previous Spade Kings.
The next to prance on the stage was Connor who wore outfits almost identical to Iain's, yet lacked the gold spade lacing on his coat and cloak; but had a white ribbon around his high collar instead.
The last to climb onto the stage was Yao, escorted by Connor, his face still red and puffy from crying. He wore his royal outfit consisting of a dark blue overcoat with spades decorating the bottom lining with tight dark trousers and a round royal blue hat atop his tied back raven black hair.
Iain raised his hand and silenced the murmuring crowd. "Citizens of Spades. I am Iain Kirkland, brother of Queen Arthur Kirkland. Three days ago, our King and Queen were trapped in a clock tower and we...we were unable to save them in time," he chocked out making the animated crowd gossip some more.
He calmed the confused citizens by explaining "the entire tower exploded with them inside. With no one to take their place, we must take on responsibility for our kingdom. Therefore my brothers and I will take their positions in the royal deck and begin our attack on the Jokers."
"W-What!?" Yao sputtered when the crowd burst into chaos. How could they insist to attack the Jokers? We could not possibly win, he thought.
"It is blatantly obvious the Jokers attacked our royals!" Connor added hushing the gathering of citizens again, his lip curling into an immoral leer. "They are the only kingdom with such advanced technology. We must avenge their deaths."
"Yes, but is war the best option, aru?" the Jack asked shakily.
"Yao," Connor hissed wrathfully with a stern scowl on his face. "Just get on with the coronation."
Yao nodded with a pained look on his face. "C-Connor Kirkland I call upon you to swear upon your life and vow to the kingdom for an era of peace and prosperity."
"I, Connor Kirkland, solemnly promise and swear to govern the kingdom of Spades and lead our kingdom to greatness. I swear to protect all citizens during my rule as your Queen."
A young male with golden hair brought two pillows to the stage. Resting on one was a blue crown spotted with sapphire gems spade shaped. On the other was the Queen's sword made of platinum metals and a sapphire hilt.
The redhead continued by reciting "with the sword of honor, I promise to lead our military victoriously in all conflicts inflicted upon our kingdom. I swear to protect and defend our citizens from any invaders whether by land or sea."
Yao nodded with a sniffle. "Connor Kirkland, with the power vested in me as the Jack of Spades, I declare you the new Queen of Spades."
Connor stood before the smaller of the two thrones throwing a few waves at the tentative crowd as Yao placed the Queen's blue crown in his wiry red locks.
"Iain Kirkland I call upon you to swear upon your life and vow to the kingdom for an era of peace and prosperity."
"I, Iain Kirkland, solemnly promise and swear to govern the kingdom of Spades and lead our kingdom to greatness. I swear to protect all citizens during my rule as your King."
This time, only two violet pillows were brought before him, one with a golden scepter and a crown on the other.
Iain snatched the scepter from the pillow and recited "bearing the golden scepter, I swear to lead our kingdom to victories in any future battles and protect our boundaries at any costs. I swear that our kingdom will rule with freedom and liberty as our utmost concern."
"Iain Kirkland, by the power vested in me as the Jack of Spades, I declare you the new King of Spades."
Iain nodded smoothly at Yao as the golden King's crown nestled atop his messy red hair.
The two new royals sat back down on their thrones, respectively, creating hesitant praise from their citizens. Unnoticed by the crowd, the two smiled wryly in satisfaction.
Alfred jolted up from sleeping, panting heavily while sitting and wiped the clammy moist off his forehead. This was the second time this happened to him since he came to the bomb shelter. His face was a bit wan as well as his white cotton shirt along with his tattered trousers was damp with a thin layer of sweat.
"Good morning to you too" Arthur grunted sourly with a frown. From the bomb shelter, he could not tell what time it was, but his instincts wanted him to return to the dream realm for an hour or two.
"Uh, I kinda had a bad dream," he admitted sheepishly, like a child would to their parents, scratching the small blonde hairs on the back of his neck.
Arthur, instantly, sat up on the cot and tilted his head. "What is wrong, Alfie?" He knew it was probably a memory or something along those lines and pretended to act oblivious to the entire fiasco.
He fumbled with his thumbs despondently, making sure to avoid Arthur's heavy green gaze, before stating "you probably might find this crazy but…those clocks."
"What about them?" he asked suspiciously and raised one of his bushy eyebrows.
"I don't know. I just saw them in my dreams," he said with shrug and tried to remember his already forgotten dream. "Are they important?"
Arthur forced a laugh and rubbed circles on Alfred's back to calm his raging heartbeat down. "Oh no, they are just heirlooms."
He turned around and faced Arthur, stopping him from kneading his back. "Can I see it?"
Arthur's jade eyes widened and his face turned pallid. "Why?" he asked slowly and skeptically.
"Again, you might think I am crazy but I think that they are magical."
"That is absolutely crazy. It is all I have left of my mum and anyways you might break it," he lied muttering the last part of the statement.
He pursed out his bottom lip and begged "please Archie!"
"Arthur!" he corrected tartly with a curl of his lip.
"Please Arthur!" he whined repeatedly giving him his best puppy dog face that was sure to win anyone over.
"Fine!" Arthur exclaimed grabbing his circular Clock and tossing it at Alfred. He never was able to refuse Alfred's puppy dog face. No one really was.
"Ouch!" the younger blonde exclaimed when his hands brushed over its smooth glass.
Arthur chuckled a bit satisfied.
"You knew this would happen," he assumed with a pout and stuck his hand into his mouth to suck on the forming bruise.
"No, I didn't," he defends still chuckling at the younger londe.
He crossed his arms across his chest. "Well...I told you it was magical!"
His laughter immediately halted and his face curdled. "So what!?"
"Well, what does it do?" Alfred curiously asked.
"Nothing," he lied hastily, cussed under his warm breath and stowed his circular Queen's Clock pack in his pockets.
His sapphire eyes narrowed perilously. "Whatever. Go back to sleep, it's obviously not important."
Arthur complied and lied back down on the cot. Within minutes he was breathing lightly and dozing off to dream about unicorns or his fairy friends.
I know it does something, Alfred thought to himself and skillfully grabbed the golden spade shaped Clock without waking Arthur. His eyes glazed over looking at the intricate calligraphy K engraved in the back. He turned the Clock over to the front and arched a golden eyebrow.
That's odd, he thought to himself twirling it on the chain noticing the minute and hour hands pointed to Arthur and him, respectively.
His hands graced over the face of the Clock making his eyes widened as he plunged into a flamboyant variety of his memories.
To Be Continued...