Elizabeta had been left alone with Gilbert's newest lover, Matthew, as the albino Joker had something important to do which probably dealt with the scumbags that had ruined her kingdom; she just knew that he was on their side, and that he would remain that way even after he had taken her in.
"So what's your name?" Elizabeta asked the quiet Canadian.
"Matthew Williams. Gilbert and the others helped me pick out a last name." His head ducked down; he appeared so much younger than Gilbert, but that didn't mean much as Gil always prefered to look younger than he actually was.
"Are the others the ones that destroyed my kingdom?" Elizabeta's voice dropped down several tones to a much eerier one as she was furious that someone could do this to the most powerful kingdom.
"Yes, but I can't give out their names." Mattie murmured.
"Fuck!" Elizabeta wanted to absolutely destroy them the way that they had killed Katyusha, Ivan, and Natalya.
Elizabeta watched the quiet man, and assumed that he felt like protecting the ones that had pretty much raised him.
Her eyes widened as she realised that he looked like the late king, Alfred.
"Are you by any chance kin of King Alfred's?" She asked.
"No. I never met him, and I don't know anything about my biological family. Sorry." Matthew answered her in his normal, quiet tone of voice.
"You look like him." She tried to think back to what she had heard about the Spades Kingdom from her younger years, but the only thing that she could recall was the fact that the castle had been broken in to when King Alfred was a baby; his twin brother had been killed back then.
His ruby red eyes watched the figures that appeared to be mere shadows in the room.
It was impossible for anyone to distuingish any physical characteristics of the group members that Gilbert had chosen to hang out with.
"How did everything go in the Kingdom Of Spades?" The wording sounded like what one would say to a friend or acquintance after they had traveled, but the tone of the voice, the person that had spoken it, and the setting of the conversation told a far eerier tale.
"It went well. The king died." This subordinate bowed his head as if embarrassed to say that he did not have the maliciousness to kill off the queen and the jack as he had obviously let them live.
Thankfully, their leader ignored that for now. "The Queen and one of the heirs of the Kingdom Of The Clubs managed to get away, and their Jack is being executed." A sinister kind of glee as the leader said the last bit about the Jack.
"Gilbert. If you find any of the missing royalty, kill them. We would hate for them to take back the throne." The cruel voice held a command that one would be stupid to ignore.
"Yes, sir." Sir was spoken in an insulting, sarcastic, and an almost teasing tone of voice, and Gilbert left with his red tail swingng behind him in it's usual way. 'What he doesn't know won't hurt him?' The Joker thought as he walked away.
Roderich stepped up on to the platform decinated for criminals that had betrayed the kingdom.
He was nervous, but he kept his composture as the crowded started chanting for his blood, for his death.
The guards forced him down on to the platform; his head was placed right underneath the guillotine blade which caused the crowd to cheer louder.
The blade fell down upon him with quick accurancy and the pain was only blinding for a second as that was how long his life lasted when the blade had cut his head clean off.
Roderich's head tumbled on the ground until the head guard picked it up, and announced that the traitor was killed for his actions against the King.
The crowd cheered even louder at the thought that justice had won yet again; the search for the new king of the Clubs Kingdom was put off until the bodies of the Queen and Princess Natalya were found.