AN: this chapter is definitely dedicated to Aly J. Jones. And the whole story is also because she gave me a character idea and I hope she will not be offended by the character of it is not to her standards. And I am trying to overcome writer's block. Please forgive me. Anyways... Enjoy!

Alfred felt something soft under him, like he was floating. He knew it couldn't be, though. He was a slave, unimportant. His own parents hadn't wanted him. That's what the farmer said. Sure, the farmer was a terrible person. A rotten scum but he never lied to his slave. Alfred sighed softly as he slipped back into a deeper sleep, not knowing he was safe from all harm. Arthur watched the child sleep, wondering who he was. Surely this child was not Alfred. If it was, then Arthur would have to go back to Spadia. He cursed the thirteen circles of fire that he had been so weak when he was younger. At least the child was safe, for now. Gilbert was watching with that damnable all knowing smirk on his face. Why did Gilbert always look like a wild card? Arthur sighed sadly. Oh! How he missed Alfred.
The royals of all the lands were gathering to honor the birthday of Matthew, Ace of Spades. John had been forced to unofficially carry the role of king of Spadia up until the rightful king was found. Confusing? Trust me child, the customs of Arda at that time confused everyone that were there also. That is what happens when you leave the Jokers in charge of doing things instead of doing it yourself... Her-mph!! Where was I? Ah yes... All of the Royals were coming. Matthew had climbed a pillar. Wait... That's later. My bad, child. The Ace of Clubs, Aly J. Jones, is a hyper and at times lazy ruler but no one would ever question her loyalty to Clubs! She was protective of all of her family, especially Ivan. Ivan was the king of Clubs. Some historians claimed he was a fair yet childish King, while others say was cruel and unusual punishments flowed from him and his magic metal pipe of pain. I suppose he was a dash of both but he truly loved Aly and Aly loved him. Elizaveta was strong, compassionate, loyal, and the Queen of Clubs. If you ever hurt her husband, Roderick also known as the Jack of Clubs, then you were dead. What did you say, child? What about the people of clubs? OH! Well, each kingdom had a symbol. Why, you ask? Because they stood for something, of course! Hm... Are you asking me why? Alright... The symbol Clubs looks like a clover. The people of Clubs have always seemed to have luck. That is their special power. The kingdom of Hearts has a heart. It stands for love. The kingdom of Diamonds has a kite like shape. It represents beauty. And last but most importantly, the Kingdom of spades. Or the kingdom of... You guessed it! POWER! Back to the story? Alright... Gather round! GATHER ROUND NOW! Ludwig, King of Hearts, and the rest of the Royal set of hearts had already arrived. Everyone was awaiting the arrival of the Ace of Clubs, who had gotten lost. Again. "Ludwig!!! Can we make-a PASTA?!" Feli asked his King, impatient and hungry. Ludwig sigh. "Ja...." Remember.... This is no happily ever after...