The Jack punched him. Again. And again.
Marvel smiled through his bloody teeth. "You're getting nowhere, Princeling."
The Jack of Spades released a barely-human snarl, his stormy grey eyes flashing with livid wrath. The Jack's jet black hair was tousled even more than usual, showing his lack of sleep and increase of stress. "For the last time, you rat of a king; where. Is. She."
Marvel laughed mirthlessly, a cold chuckle. "You'll never find her, Captain, sir. She's gone from your reach. Then, when the Black Kingdom finally believes she's truly gone, she will strike. And she will take back what's hers."
The Jack then proceeded to punch him thrice more. Once in the groin.
Marvel did not know how he managed to wheeze out another laugh. "Hit me all you like," he rasped, "You'll never catch the Ace of Clubs."
The Jack paced the floor, his eyes ablaze. "My job is at stake here." he muttered, more to himself than the King of Hearts.
The King replied anyway. "And what was at stake, then destroyed, when your beloved King and Queen launched an attack on the Clubs, slaughtering almost all of their population? Tell me, Jack, why your job is so primarily important."
The Jack turned to Marvel, then, and the King saw something other than anger in his eyes. He seemed almost resigned. "I'm taking away your food tomorrow, you rascal. Sit in the dark and ponder on how your stomach yearns for a meal."
As the Jack exited, Marvel called after him. "And what will you do? Sit on your pompous pillow and try to ignore the fact that your king decimated an entire kingdom?"
The Jack shut the door with a slam.
YOU ARE READING
A Court of Cards
FantasyA Jack of Spades, haunted by echoes of war. An Ace of Clubs, fleeing from enslavement, the last free one of her kind. A Queenling of Diamonds, the echo of an heir to a dying throne. A King of Hearts, lost in the e...
