Reed the Street-girl

Tension in the Throne Room

((A/N: Sorry for not updating for awhile. Been sick and off course but now I'm fine! XD Here's what you've been waiting for!! Enjoy!))

Having been pledged to Ceila, I must always stay by her side. meeting her literally gave me a second chance. And I'm definitely not messing this up. Though I do not know what happened- or what will happen, maybe. I will stay by her side. She's nice.

Currently, me and Negra were standing just outside Ceila's changing room much like badly dressed body guards.

"Are you..." I started but I'm not sure if he'll understand me when I say this. But either way, I got his attention.

"Are you like her?" Nodding my head at the door. "Ceila?" To my surprise, he answered immediately.

"Yes, you are correct. I am, indeed, an important figure head just like you and Ceila."

I nodded and we went back to just standing there. Silently.

"We are modeled like cards? Right?"

"Indeed, correct again. You catch on fast. But there aren't 48 figures. Only a rare select few chosen by the prophet. He deemed us important to Nazaria." ((Nah-zar-ee-uh))

"Nazaria?"

"Nazaria is what we call our world."

"To be honest, I'm not from here, Nazaria. I'm from...my world, Earth. Don't tell anyone else."

"I hold my promises quite well, Reed. You have my word." And saying not particularly to anyone, "It seems the prophet truly did search the vast void of space for the figure heads."

A pause.

"What...card are you?" Him knowing about the cards, he could be one himself. He looked at me with a genuine smile. "Ace of Black Spades."

"Your a knight?!"

He laughs. He's enjoying this.

"Pretty much."

"Wow. I'm the Joker of Red Hearts."

"Ah, of the main prophecy."

The door opened revealing a towel-less queen but thank god she was fully dressed now.

"I am the Queen of Black Clovers." Negra and Ceila smiled at me and I returned it.

"Holy Shit! Are we a trio?!" Enthusiasm lacing my tone.

"I suppose so." Ceila glanced at Negra who gave an honest nod. "But first, we must clear your name. Well, not your name but confirm you're a good being!"

"Alright then! Lead the way Queen Ceila!" We headed towards the castle's main room through long corridors. It was still night but the sun's ray could almost be seen when looking closely. Probably early morning.

Me and Negra walked side-by-side with Ceila but with her having more of the lead.

We arrived in the main room and the air felt like stale stress and decomposed emotion. I don't even wanna know. It was a dreadful feeling.

Their stood a man in royal cloth and vibrate golds and purple (been seeing that color everywhere, must be the be the kingdom's colors), talking with the guards, dismissing them on their jobs. He looked to be 30-ish with that beard and the Burnett thread-like hair.

He turned towards our way, seeing Ceila ready to embrace her. But instead, he sees me, and his face dropped. He wasn't happy.

Really bad goosebumps invaded every inch of my skin reaching from my toes towards my head. I gulped, hard. Despite that, I remained still by Ceila's side.