06 – Misunderstood
The meeting among Kings proved to
be useless, and Arthur Kirkland suffered enough for it. His head pounded,
ached. As usual, Ludwig was his brash self, Antonio was a ditz, and Francis was
just being the irritating Francis he always was. As for himself, he was just
trying to get everyone to agree and accept the fact that they didn’t have a bloody Queen yet, and that was the harsh truth.
None of them wanted a sneering
Ivan Braginski sending them out of the castle with no time to pack. As much as
Arthur wanted to retain his position as King, he wasn’t as heartless as to
actually dare to sabotage the other King’s attempts. No. He had no such say
when it came to that. Now, he just wished that Francis would stop poking his
nose into his own business and instead rule over Diamants well enough to get
him saved from being the one to leave the castle.
The Royal Flush, he thought, was
actually useless. He heard of kings from far away only being replaced upon
their death. Arthur grits his teeth in chagrin, quite envious that things were
much simpler in far away areas. There was nothing he could do, though. He was
the King of Spades, and not some other king in some other land, doing
God-knows-what.