Natalya stood her ground outside of those old, castle walls that reminded her of home and of big brother and their older sister, Katyusha.
She startled slightly at seeing movement: the swish of a devil's tail.
A joker must have been here was he or she supporting the new rulers of the Clubs' Kingdom?
Jokers had always been sort of mystifying to Natalya as she'd only heard of them in legends where they did the unthinkable, picked sides, did favors, and obliterated kingdoms that they detested only to rebuild up the previously destroyed kingdom or kingdoms with new royalty.
Natalya had never known if they were real before, and now she crept forward carefully, motioning for her two future queens to stay back.
Gilbert's tail twitched in irritation as he heard the footsteps behind him and finally turned around to lock eyes with the current heir to the Clubs' Kingdom.
His eyes widened at the sight of the young heiress and the two men behind her.
"You want your throne back, don't you?" His red eyes almost seemed to taunt the young heiress as she stood there.
"Of course, I do. Why would I want someone who murdered my family to rule?" Natalya retorted sarcastically though leaned closer against the wall at the sound of footsteps, nervous over the thought of guards finding them there though the sight that she saw, startled her even further than the joker's presence.
"No one would." Answered the newcomer, who stood all in black with her brown hair tied back, "It's clear, Gilbert."
"Elizabeta?" Natalya was not one who had been distant towards their previous queen as all that were in the royal line or married into it became rather close in a sense not that Natalya ever considered her a sister or of that closeness.
"Yeah, I had to leave when I couldn't save any of you. I thought that you died." Elizabeta spoke sadly towards the future king.
"I thought that you had as well." Natalya answered her.
Natalya had heard of her older brother's death or at least came to that knowledge recently.
"I'm sorry for not being able to save him." Elizabeta murmured; her voice was sad and conveyed so much heartbreak primarily for Natalya at the loss of her brother.
"I understand." Natalya muttered though it was only a partial truth.
"So are you going to help the two of us out in saving your kingdom?" Elizabeta asked her sister in law.
"Yeah, and I brought along the future queens." Natalya answered her.
"Future queens?" Elizabeta asked though her question became void as soon as Feliks and Toris walked closer to them.
"You are going to marry two men?" Elizabeta asked her as her mind wandered curiously over that fact.
"Yes, I am." Natalya expressed no fear or weakness in her voice at all as she stated so.
"Alright, so the ones that took over your kingdom look a lot like your older brother, Ivan, me, and Roderich. Can you still fight with us?" Elizabeta explained to her sister by marriage.
"Yes," The slightest bit of hesitance went through her voice at the thought of killing someone who looked like her older brother and long term crush, but she mentally prepared herself to do so regardless of that fear.
"It's easiest for me to sneak in due to her similarities appearance wise to me, so stay close behind." Elizabeta stressed as she went to lead them behind her and into the castle.
They followed willingly though naturally Toris and Feliks felt fear creep through their veins as they were definitely not seasoned fighters unlike the others in their group.
Natalya paused as she saw someone who looked like her brother around the corner and mentally prepared to charge after and kill Ilya for all of this though Elizabeta held her back, slightly, "Wait."
The Belorussian female glowered at her sister in law for that, but patiently waited for when they'd enter the room with the three leaders of the kingdom: the Jack, the Queen, and the King.
Feliks's heart raced as they slowly and sneakily crept into the throne room where the three members of royalty or at least the ones that had seized control were.
Erzsebet seemed startled by the others' presences and slightly cowered back in fear before attempting to appear stronger and creep closer though before long, Elizabeta held a knife to her throat and sliced cleanly through it and watched as the queen that had taken her place fell down in a pool of her own rushing and still warm blood.
Feliks's eyes widened as he still was not quite used to that much violence let alone the way that Elizabeta accepted it as if it was just a part of routine and absolutely normal for her.
Natalya crept closer to Ilya and went to wage combat against him though he was quick and clever on his feet, sending her off balance more often than not and making it rather difficult for her to land a blow on the violent Russian.
Toris stepped forward around the same time that Gilbert did to fight the last currently not being fought or having been killed member of royalty.
Roland stepped forward and within his doing so, his strength became apparent as his slightly rough frame became the aim of both the people walking towards the Austrian.
His strangely, perverse and lighthearted smile seemed complete opposite of how one would normally seem in such a situation though when they took to fighting him, it proved even more difficult and intense than one would normally expect from his only slightly stronger than Roderich was type of appearance and his strange smile.
Gilbert moved quickly as he clawed at the Austrian with his sharp nails that only seemed as sharp as they were due to his status as a joker.
Toris moved to dig his small dagger into the back of the Austrian as quickly as possible with the least amount of shaking though he still shook much too much for a firm implant of the knife in the back as the Austrian had quickly and easily removed the knife from his back despite the thickening pools of blood, dripping down his frame.
Roland quickly turned to violently assault the two men near him which sent Toris off balance and into one of the castle walls and seemed to have only slightly harmed the quick Prussian.
Feliks was never one to stand back and watch his boyfriend get hurt, not after everything that he'd done for him all of these years and all of the love that they felt for each other.
He hurried with his knife to fight alongside Gilbert in order to murder the human being with enough gale to hurt his boyfriend.
Feliks moved quickly on his feet due mostly to adrenaline as he desired to kill this man in some awful way for his treatment of Toris though the man was much stronger than Feliks and the blond's attacks seemed like faint and distracting annoyances raised against such a powerful in comparison brute.
Gilbert moved quickly to fill in where Feliks could not be while Roland grew ever more distracted by the Polish man's attacks against his skin though slowly Roland seemed to slow even more with time as finally the many minor attacks and injuries and the harsher blows began to wear him down as he slowly stumbled and nearly fell under Gilbert and Feliks's attack.
Finally, the Joker managed to find the perfect moment to jump in and stab his dagger through the Austrian's chest and to his hands with claw like fingers to yank his heart out and squeeze the slowly stilling organ in his hands as if to serve as a final and crucial means of killing the now slumping and still falling Austrian.
During their fight against Roland, Natalya still fought Ilya and with quick and hopefully powerful movements would stab the man before her with harsher aggression than those would have ever expected of her, and no one viewed her as one that could not be aggressive and dangerously so.
Finally, Ilya slowed enough, just enough, for Natalya to stab him hard through one end of his body and out the other to finally leave the Russian dead at her hands proudly and slowly she backed away to defend her friends who had begun to fight the ever approaching guards together.
Slowly and with much pride on the future King and her companions' parts, they watched the remaining members of the guards flee for their lives, allowing Natalya's victory over retrieving her stolen kingdom back.