Wanna Be My Queen?

Chapter One

helloooo i'll probably never update this, sorry. i couldn't ever bring myself to finish the 5th chapter bc reasons so yup, this is entirely discontinued. (i'm only saying this bc this story is actually somewhat still getting attention??? it sucks lolol but i appreciate it). anyways, sorry abt that.

Bad Communicator Arthur, the King of Spades, and an Invitation

"Wanna be my queen?"

Arthur turned around with a witty retort on the tip of his tongue, only to have it swallowed back down as he realized who was standing in front of him, with a casual stance, a casual tone of voice, and not-so-casual clothing.

King Alfred.

Arthur stood staring at the person in front of him, dumbfounded, until he realized who it was. Again.

King Alfred.

Key word: king.

Arthur fell to his knees and placed (more like slammed) his head on the ground, the palms of his hands face down on either side of his now-hurting forehead and ow why did he do that so hard?

"My King! I apologize for my actions!" Arthur exclaimed, probably a little too dramatically, and definitely too loudly. A few people stopped and looked on, wondering why a person was bowing on the ground like th-oh, the king.

After a beat of silence from the man clad in the expensive material of a specially tailored suit, a laugh erupted from him, and it seemed like he was having trouble breathing through his laughter. Arthur lifted his head slightly, confused, wanting to rub at the small red bump forming smack dab in the middle of his forehead but not wanting to disrespect the king in any way.

Speaking of the king, when did that black-gloved hand get there?

Arthur tentatively reached out his pathetic non-gloved hand and let the still-laughing king pull him up off the concrete of the marketplace. Once he was standing his full height, but still bowing his head a bit out of respect, he noticed that he was shorter than the king (who had just now finished his bout of loud giggling).

King Alfred dropped his hand and let it swing at his side for a moment, before waving at Arthur like they were old acquaintances.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Alfred Jones! What's your name?" An overly bright smile stretched across his face. Before Arthur could so much as blink twice in disbelief, (why in the world was the king talking to him?) Alfred continued talking. "Y'know you didn't have to do that, right? The whole bowing down thing? That looked like it hurt. I've been king for 4 years now, and it still makes me feel awkward. So just for future reference, don't do that. Unless you're scared of me, because sometimes it seems like some people are with how they act around me, but you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm really nice! At least, I believe I am. I probably wouldn't be king anymore if I were mean. But anyway, who are you?"

Now Arthur blinked twice in disbelief. This was the King of Spades.

This joyful, bubbly, talkative, (handsome) man was the King of Spades.

Arthur was genuinely surprised Alfred wasn't bouncing in place.

"My name is Arthur? Um, Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland." Arthur nodded to himself, as if pleased with his response, but really he was screaming at himself. Internally, of course. He looked away, a sudden feeling of embarrassment rushing through his body. Okay, so obviously this person is happy-go-lucky, (seemingly all the time) but he's still who rules over the Kingdom of Spades, and Arthur wanted nothing less than to go home, lay in his cot, and read a novel. Being stared at by royalty (with very nice blue eyes) was a bit intimidating, no matter the happy vibes that come from him.