"Truth and love are fickle things. They will give you everything. Or leave you with nothing. " In the House of Spades, nothing is ever seen clearly. Not truth. Not loyalty. Not the people who move quietly between them. Some are born into power. Some learn how to survive around it. And some- learn how to watch. In a court built on careful lies and fragile control, one pair of eyes begins to notice what should remain hidden. A hesitation. A crack. A moment that doesn't belong. It should not matter. It does. Because once something is seen- it cannot be unseen. And once a pattern is broken- it rarely stays that way. In a world where laughter can be a weapon and silence can mean everything, the line between distraction and danger begins to blur. Some wear crowns. Some wear masks. And some know exactly how to use both. ___________________________________________________________________________________ To those who never found their ever after. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An archer and a fate are destined to fall, an arrow drove deeper within the wake of us all. The moon will bleed, the ground will wither, till the crimson flows like a river. A throne will shatter, ruining us all, till heart and soul be crowned, A vow formed out of the ashes of a kingdom bound.