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It was pretty silent in the room. Arthur was exploring the room with silent footsteps, studying each and everything there. Alfred was sitting on the couch in, watching the pirate. Said pirate was currently staring out the window, his gun loose in his hand and one hand on the window pane.

"Can I see your gun?" the King asked timidly, a bit unsure as to if he would get shot for the question. Arthur turned around, a smirk gracing his features as the King smiled brightly. Well, there was nervousness there too, but whatever.

"And why would you want to see the gun?"

"Because…I've never seen one before?"

"Too bad. Now shut up. Someone is coming up to this room," replied the pirate smoothly, turning to face the door. As if on cue, the door burst open and a trembling man looked at both the royals. Alfred at least tried to look bright, but the pirate did nothing to disguise his terrifying aura.

"C-c-c-c-captain K-Kirkland? Y-your cr-crew t-told me t-to inform you t-that the ship is in n-no condition t-t-o leave. And th-that th-they w-will be st-staying at an inn while t-the ship i-is being f-fixed. It might t-take a c-couple of d-days," stammered out the man. For a second there was silence and then Arthur exploded into a storm, shouting curses and waving his sword around. The messenger was, rightfully, terrified. He stammered something out and practically ran from the room. The young king shrunk back into the couch as if to hide from the fury of the other blond, watching as his Queen threw a dagger at the wall. It impaled itself in the plaster, quivering there, and Alfred's eyes widened. This man is a psychopath! He shrieked mentally, cowering further into the couch. It seemed the green eyed man finally ran out of energy, for he stopped, heaving in breaths, and glared darkly at Alfred.

"Is this some plan of yours, lad? To get me to stay here?" he growled, advancing on the poor King. Before the glasses wearing blond could say anything, Yao came into the room, a calm look on his face as he studied the Queen.

"Do not harass His Majesty the King, Your Majesty. I heard about your problem and you are welcome to stay here as long as you like," said the Jack calmly. Arthur turned his baleful gaze on the Jack, who shrunk just a tiny bit, and flashed his teeth. It might've been a smile, but the sharp glint of white canines made it look more like a snarl.

"If I must remind you, Yao, I have every right to stay here since I am the bloody Queen," he snapped. Yao sniffed and straightened his coat, thinning his lips.

"And I assure you, you Majesty, it was none of our doing. But it did come at an opportune time. There is going to be a Council of the Suits coming up, and your presence would be invaluable."

Alfred really didn't like all the flowery language they were using but didn't comment for fear of incurring some more of the pirate's wrath. Arthur snorted.

"Invaluable my bloody arse. I'm not going to some meeting for all the pansies in the suits. Unless Carriedo is coming. Now that's someone I could use seeing," said the pirate. The dark haired man sighed, straightening the hat perched on his head before straightening up.

"Your Highness, it was not a suggestion. Your presence is required for this Council."

"You got along without me quite well before now."

"That was a necessity, Your Majesty. We had no idea if we were going to be able to find you or not so we gave up."

"Bloody brilliant. Now Tamesis is going to be wondering where's I've vanished, and if I don't inform him then the seas will be in a rage."

"T-Tamesis? The myths are true?"

"Yes. And call me Captain Kirkland, none of the bloody Highness stuff for me. I will be staying here until my ship is fixed. And you, Your Kingliness, are not to set foot inside this room," he barked, pointing his sword threateningly in the teen's face . Alfred raised his hands in a gesture of peace, squeaking at the sword and crossing his eyes to keep the point in sight.

"D-don't worry Arthur! I won't come here."

"It's Captain Kirkland to you, love. Now, if you would bloody well get out. I'll see you both downstairs for supper."

With that the other two royals were shoved out of the room and into the corridor, the dark door slamming in their faces and the golden spade leaves that decorated the door glinted in the little light that came into the corridors. The King blinked and turned to his Jack, pouting.

"Couldn't you have chosen a nicer Queen? That guy's scary."

"If only I could, Your Majesty. He was chosen by your own father."

"He wanted me dead."

"I'm sure he didn't know that His Majesty the Queen would turn out like this. Now, let us go get a room ready for you, Your Highness. Dinner will be ready by then and then we can meet the pirate once more."

"Sure thing, Yao. And please, call me Alfred."


Alfred set himself up in one of the guest rooms, grimacing at the sight, and fixed his coat, eyeing himself in the mirror. It really wasn't the best day. I mean, it isn't every day that you find out that your queen is a pirate. Or that you apparently knew the very pirate till the age of ten. Or that the pirate wanted to murder you. Or that he had a sea spirit under his control. Alfred sighed, checking his tie before studying himself in the mirror properly. He couldn't help but be afraid of his queen. Arthur wasn't the loveliest person he had met, and if they managed to get him to stay in Spades, then there was no doubt that Arthur would manage to kill him. Sighing again, Alfred almost missed the entry of a familiar someone. He glanced back and passed a weary smile at his brother, Matthew, who was the Ace. Matthew gave him a bow, straightening up with a smile and giving his brother a hug.

"Hello Alfred!"

"Hey Mattie!"

The Ace pulled away to study his sibling before frowning slightly, crossing his arms.

"Would you mind telling me why there is some psychopathic man in your bedroom? He shot a bullet through the door and almost hit me," he said. The King winced and patted his brother's shoulder comfortingly.

"Sorry man. Apparently he's my Queen," he mumbled, giving a sigh and turning to fix his hair. to his surprise, the Ace laughed, trying to hide his laughter. Alfred frowned slightly and turned to his brother, putting his hands on his hips.

"Alright, what's so funny?"

"Nothing. It's just, I find it hard to believe that you of all people would be stuck with someone like him. How is he a Queen anyways?"

"I have no clue. Yao said something about 'chosen one' and all that."

"And why are you hiding here?"

"He kicked me out of the room."

Matthew smiled, chuckling again and shaking his head before seating himself on the bed.

"Is he as terrifying as they say?" he asked curiously.

"Double that, actually. He's already threatened me a couple of times. And he threw a huge temper tantrum when he found out about his ship."

"Ah yes, about that. I checked with the people and they said it might take them a couple of weeks at most to get the ship repaired."

"Really? Then I have to work fast on convincing him to stay here."

"I thought you were scared of him."

"I am. But his presence gives me a power boost. I guess that's why all the Kings seemed more powerful than me."

There was a short silence as both the brother's simply stared at each other. Matthew finally stood up, brushing his blue clothes off.

"Well, I have to go now. Hopefully I'll be able to see you again soon enough. Bye." He gave his brother a final tight hug and then opened the balcony door, walking out and carefully leaping out onto a tree branch near by. Alfred never understood the need for secrecy, but he humored him. As soon as the Ace was gone, the door of his room was kicked open and an irritated pirate strode in.

"I've called you once already and I don't like repeating myself. Get your lazy behind downstairs," growled the man, whirling outside just as fast as he had come, making Alfred blink. The King slowly made his way downstairs and entered the dining room, his eyes widening as he saw what the pirate was wearing. It seemed like the other blond had decided to forgo the colors of Spades and was dressed in a long red coat that had elegant gold button and golden shoulder pads, a white shirt (with a cravat), black pants held up by a purple sash, and knee high black boots with steel caps. He was also wearing a hat with a plume of feathers down it. The pirate shot him a glare.

"Sit down already, Your Majesty. Or would you like an invitation for that too?" drawled the green eyed man languidly. He ignored the glares he received from all the workers. Most of them were girls. Alfred cleared his throat and sat down.

"Let dinner be served!"

Alfred swallowed. Dinner would definitely be interesting.


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