King of Spades

*Unfortunately, or fortunately, you were born in the Spade Empire to simple servants of the Spade Palace...

STOP. What about the backstory?

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Backstory: You participated with Fyodor in the 13 Cards project and are also one of the creators. (You are the red joker) Fyodor decided to conduct an "* experiment *" and send you to the card world. You chose the Spade Empire...

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Years passed. You grew up and you, like your family, were sent as a servant to the palace. Since you were new here, you had the lowest rank in the palace. Many of the servants disliked you.

There were especially bold "individuals" who decided that they could do anything and dared to cling to the emperor.

You didn't show off and silently did your job.

One day, the Old Lady who cleaned Peak's chambers (She was the only one who cleaned the king's chambers) died. Peak didn't have time to choose a new servant who would dare set foot in his chambers, so he chose you on a whim. The other servants became even more angry, because they all wanted to change the Master's chambers - this was an excellent opportunity to suck up to him.

From that moment on, your life in the palace became Hell. You were bullied, oppressed, it all got to the point where you were beaten half to death. And Peak? What about Peak? He has matters of state importance, he doesn't give a damn what goes on between the maids, that's their problem.

One evening, after the beating, you rushed to work, to Peak's chambers, because you hadn't had time to clean up there. You hoped to quickly finish all your chores before Gosopdin returned, otherwise things would be very bad.

All beaten up, you carefully open the door. Peak. He's standing in the room and Grodno is looking at you, frowning. Everything inside you freezes. You didn't make it in time.

Y/n - Sorry, Gosopdin... I have no excuses, but I'll clean up right now...

• Your gentle and quiet voice breaks the tense silence *.

Peak - Yes, try your best. Without food for a week.

• His rough voice and the meaning of his words fell on your ears, but you obediently began to clean up. *

• Something touched the heart of the formidable king. Your eyes and fragility aroused in him... sympathy? No! He is too proud for