Dee looks out his window to the rainy country side somewhere between the borders of Clubs and Diamonds. He looks at his mother, she's fast asleep. A fur blanket layer across her. He sighs wondering what his new court life would be like. And he wonders.
  Would he be handsome? God I haven't even met him yet and I'm thinking about loving him.
It starts to pour outside, a soft pitter patter matches with Dees heart beat. He starts to hum a song he was taught on violin, he adverts his attention away from the window and to the elaborately decorated inside of the carrige.
  Soft yellows and oranges will the small yet comfortable carrige. He traces the intracite pattern with his gloved hand. He stops and looks out the window to see vast, dense forests. He knows he's close and the then the carrige stops. His mother stirs awake from the sudden stop.
  "We must have arrived at the exchanging area." She opens the carrige door and nods twards a tent.
Dee is in disbelief, his mother is leaving him in this forien country to be alone. "Your leaving me here?" His brows furrowed and his dark forest green eyes started to grow tears.
Dees mother waved her fan at him. "Quit crying, I'm the last Queen in our family. You will have our bloodline live on." She stuck her nose in the air and walked into the tent, the seemtress waited for the two.
Dee reluctantly stepped onto the stool as he was stripped by two servents from the Clublian court. He shivered at the sudden cold from the clublian spring air. "Cold isn't it?" He held his arms together as the seemtress started to measure him.

   After Dee was dressed lest lavishly in his formal Clublian attire. A long dark green gown, adorned with strings of pearls and angel like sleaves. He gets back in the carrige, this time alone. He looks back out the window, the rain turned into soft little snowflakes. Dee was awestruck, he hast seen snow in years. Clubs is pretty far up north, and Saint Charlesburg is the capital. Dee started out the window going back deep into his childhood, where he dreamed of marrying a prince he loved, not one of Clubs. He sighed and dreamed of silk and the lavish balls he would host as the Queen of both kingdoms. Soon he dozed off leaning against the cold glass.

At last he arrived at the Clublian palace. Awed by the different hues of greens, and the snow that coated the ground. He stepped out of the carrige, holding his fur coat close to him. He walked up the lavish stairs, smiling and waving at noble man and women. They all had  stern and serious faces, he was a little intimated by the clublian court. Was he smiling too much? Walking too fast? All he new that he was being watched, like a owl watching a mouse on the forest  floor.
               And the doors opened.