#yes please help me build lore for other regions! xD

[ariparri]

Carewyn and Chiara are such sweet friends! Levi Kidd my poor boy. At least now we have some info regarding his character. 😅 Sorry folks, I'm focused on character introductions for Spades right now

And Rosalie! Aahh I need to draw both her and Declan so we all know what the previous monarchs looked like 💜

“I’ll take your bad days with your good – Walk through the storm, I would – I do it all because I love you…”

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However close Carewyn became to the people who would become her King and Ace, her dearest friend in the Kingdom of Hearts, and her closest confidante, was the woman who would become the Jack of Hearts – the soft-spoken and modest, but surprisingly nurturing and stubborn Chiara Lobosca.

The two women went to university around the same time and shared several classes together, including Statistics and Social Sciences. They didn’t truly collide, however, until a day over summer break, when Carewyn finally had the time and money needed for the train so she could take a trip to the capitol. It was the first time she’d really had any time to explore the capitol of Hearts on her own, and although she didn’t have much money for shopping, she wanted to see what it’d be like to window shop on these streets, compared to the ones back home in Spades. Pretty much immediately she was charmed by the beautiful displays of silk gowns and tailored suits for sale – it was little wonder that everyone at the university gave her the side eye for always wearing plain black and white dresses, considering just how colorful and decorative most of Hearts’s wares were. The Country of Spades was often very modest and utilitarian in its color palettes, however intricate its clothing could be in types of fabrics and patterns, and as much as lot of the fashion Carewyn saw in Hearts was over-the-top and flashy, it was certainly eye-catching.

As Carewyn made her way through the capitol, though, her peaceful day was interrupted by some commotion in the street. A blond-haired young man was stumbling his way down the street, haranguing everyone who got near him – most of the passerby assumed he was some madman, judging by his torn black clothes and crazed wide eyes as he screamed nonsense words at everyone – but he was visibly limping and looked half-starved. Only one person had been brave enough to push through the crowd over to him – a young woman with white-blond hair dressed in a colorful vest and patterned bloomers – and she was struggling to calm the man enough to bandage his injury.

“It’s all right,” she tried to soothe him. “You’re safe now – here…let me take a look at that…”

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