Summary: Omegaverse/Cardverse AU. USUK. The newest Queen of Spades, Arthur Kirkland, could not conceive after his first heat and was going to be hanged when the king befalls a sudden death. The new King of Spades, Alfred F. Jones, changes the lonely queen's life.

He stood upon the high stage, rope around his neck and loose boards beneath his feet; waiting to fall open and send him to his untimely death. He is Arthur Kirkland, Queen of- well, former Queen of Spades. Here he was, being sentenced to death for a most ridiculous crime:

"Arthur Kirkland, you have been tried and found guilty of treason against Spades and being an infertile omega, and are sentenced a public hanging for your crimes. Do you have any last words?"

The words of the executioner rang through the clearing, barely entering Arthur's thoughts. Arthur wanted to say a few words to his former people, but he has seen enough hangings to know that you never get to utter a single last word, cry, or scream before the sound of your cracking neck resounds about the ears of cheering viewers. Arthur had never been fond of hangings; always choosing to stay home from the events before the time he became queen and was required by the king to attend.

Arthur opened his mouth, his words forcing to make their escape, and the executioner stepped over to the lever that would drop the late queen to his death, when suddenly a terrifying cry of anguish was heard within the crowd-

"The king! The king! Someone help! His Majesty has fainted!" and an echoing thump was heard as the King of Spades crumpled onto the hard dirt of the executioning grounds.

The executioner released the lever and rushed to the fallen king's side, Arthur quickly loosened the noose around him and stepped away from the gallows. Just as he was about to dash quietly into the eerie woods that separate the Kingdom of Spades from its surrounding countries, he felt cold, tight shackles snap around his wrist and neck, accompanied by the bitter smell of chloroform as his sight fell to blackness.

Arthur awoke to the sound of foreign voices clogging his ears. He moved to rub the blackness out of his eyes- hearing the clank of metal, he realized that his hands were still cuffed and a blindfold was roughly tied over his eyes. The petite man huffed and squirmed about in his binds, causing the foreign babble to cease and loud footsteps to head in his direction. What Arthur assumed were royal guards must not have been far away, for the clip of boots ended as quickly as they started and the queen felt another presence near him, maybe more. Just as he was about to demand information from the person, he spoke,

"So yer awake are ye?" said the man with what seemed a heavy Scottish accent, "Yer quite t'e weeklin' aren'tcha? Sleepin' for so long from just a wee bit o' TCM eh? Well, guess that's expected from a dry omega queen like yerself!"

Arthur flinched slightly at the loud, poisonous words, but said nothing. He knew this guard, and he was used to the critical remarks of the other royals and the citizens of Spades. When the guard realized that he would not get a reply from the criminal queen, he continued.

"I've got some terrible news, well, it's probably great news fer scum like ye but," the sound of paper rustling disrupted the guard's speech, "The most honoured King of Spades had died yesterday from unknown causes. His heir has been appointed to the throne and the fate of the accused queen now lies in his hands. The queen will not be released from captivity until poison tests from the king's corpse are revealed... no questions asked."

Loud receding footsteps allowed Arthur to notice the absence of the guard. He hung his head in shock and fear. He was grateful that he had another chance but, who is this new king? Would he sentence Arthur to a similar fate or something worse? Was there even a second chance for him? Numerous thoughts passed through the blond queen's mind until the smell of gas permeated his senses. Tears pricked the queen's eyes and he began to cough and hack in a futile attempt to expel the wretched gas from his lungs before blackness invaded his mind once more.

Alfred F. Jones, 19 year old alpha son of a wealthy noble of Spades, was suddenly thrust into the world of kingship when he awoke in the late afternoon to find the tattoo of the king beautifully crafted across his chest. His father rushed into his room, slutttering angrily about some horrible happening at the execution that morning (which Alfred refused to attend), and instantly noticed the tattoo upon his shirtless form. Grabbing his arm and quickly inspecting the tattoo, the noble dragged his son all the way to the monarch's' castle, explaining the unfortunate befalling of the late king along the way.

It would be a great understatement to say that Alfred was surprised. Not only was he shocked beyond belief that he was chosen to be the King of Spades, but he was also furious that the queen would poison his beloved king! The young noble did not actually know what the queen was being executed for, or that he was being executed at all, but his father and the Jack that had examined the symbol etched onto his chest assured him that is was the sweet poisons of the evil, impregnable queen that killed the king.

Eventually, the Jack, Yao, proved Alfred's mark authentic, and informed him that the results of the kings autopsy would be available soon, and the fate of the queen would be decided by him. While executions had never excited the young alpha before, Alfred felt a strong sense of revenge toward the vicious queen, and was already plotting how to punish him for his unspeakable crimes.

A doctor dressed in white robes walked into the sitting room that Yao, Alfred, and Alfred's father -an alpha noble named John J. Jones- were waiting in and brought with him a crisp manilla envelope.

"Your Majesty," the doctor addressed, "I have the previous king's autopsy report ready for you." Alfred quickly snatched the folder from the doctor's grasp. His company crowded around him to hear the results. Alfred gasped-

Poison tests results: Negative.
Cause of death: Disruption of pheromone production and reproductive organ failure and
extreme alcohol consumption.

AN: So? What do you think? I just randomly came up with this idea because I thought I saw a noose hanging from a tree at night but I'm not quite sure if it was real or not... so this came to mind and I've been wanting to write fanfiction for a while but I'm really quite bad at it ^^~* leave a comment or follow if you want to find out what happens next! Oh, and it's going to be Omegaverse/Cardverse so... there will probably be smut later...