The self proclaimed king of hearts sought after the queen of clubs to make her feel wanted, loved and cared for. But she was too busy ruling the corrupt lands of self destruction. She sat high upon her throne of ecstasy. Incessantly, she would burn her greens to escape the cursed royalty for the slightest minute. Then she would become more distant from he who tried. She would push him away believing that he was too good for a lowly queen of despair. Then she would proclaim that he can do better and should spend his precious time pursuing the queen of diamonds or *****. Because she thought that she wasn't worth his time. And the self proclaimed would try his hardest to brighten her mood. But to no avail she held fast to her self abusive habits, and continuous burning of precious herbs. So he grew gray in his kingly heart. And he had to get away to preserve this so called "heart of gold" so he left the queen to her fate. But not one day passed where he didn't think that he could've done more to help her.