You barely made it out alive. You had ran into the Fates, The Undead Queen and her Handmaidens. They were weakened from not having their full powers back yet, and all you had with you to fight them off was a lousy dagger that cut through their smokey skin, never leaving a mark. They had injured you badly, and fighting them was useless, so you had ran.

Jacks knew who the Undead Queen and her Handmaidens were. He was The Prince of Hearts himself, the Fate with an unbeating heart. He had made you his fiancée because you had a desire he could fulfill, and you had nothing to offer him but yourself. It was his idea and that was the only way you could get your desire, but your desire didn’t matter at the moment.

Jacks had seen you get taken into his very lovely and large room, one that you’d soon be required to share with him, by of the actors. He had gotten the story from them, how your entire body had scratches, how one of your wrists was completely shattered. He hadn’t fully addressed your injuries yet, because he knew you wouldn’t like if your body was examined while asleep. He knew he would have a professional by your side to examine you as soon as you were fully conscious. And with your concerned, yet oblivious sister in the room thought you were in love.

He picks up your good wrist and gently squeezes it, feeling your weakened pulse. He asks your sister to grab you food and water, sweetly, almost as if he were in love with you. Your sister agrees and leaves, leaving you and him alone in his room. For a moment there was only the crackle of the fire and Jacks’s worried gaze seemed to be better at mimicking real emotions than what you’d seen. Then, his gaze turns dispassionate. “I have spies all over the palace, I know everything that happens in here.“ he said. His tone was bored, as if disappointed. He brings his hand on your head and toys with your hair, feeling each strand.