The Queen and the Joker

The sight of the throne in the grand room was nothing but splendor in her vision. A red carpet gave a clear path that led towards the two golden thrones. Above her, glittering chandeliers sparkled and gleamed their blessings for those within the room. Ornamental suits of armor waited at the sides alongside columns of white that reached heights unbeknownst to normal men and women.

A place where even the Queen of Hearts didn't exactly use it unless it was necessary.

She expected a multitude of new people to welcome her, for this room to be filled with awaiting delegates and ambassadors to represent the Joker and the person themself—and yet there was only one man. They donned a white and black suit, long silver hair fell on their back. His back was turned away from her and the Prime Minister's and it was as if he was inspecting the windows, unperturbed by the glamor of the throne room. This was the feared… She knew the shape of the man. His presence was familiar—!