The night soon came to an end—and the King of Hearts was left alone in the Royal Dining Hall. Or rather he felt alone. Servants were still cleaning up the remainders that signified that a banquet had indeed occurred. But everyone else he could have possibly shared a more intimate conversation were now gone. The servants here would revere him too much and so he didn't feel like he had an equal.
Not that he actually had felt any connection with the majority of the people he interacted with. His last conversation with the King of Clovers, Ivan Nordskov was nothing but exchanging pleasantries and men exchanging smiles and nods.
He had never felt much more comfortable, the aura that the man possessed was similar to the Joker's. They smiled, nodded and agreed but it was obvious that their smile was a predatory smile… and his friend didn't see it. Was she blinded by love or something? Alexander Hartsmichdt rubbed his face for a moment.
