King Hinsley -Capitol- (CBD #1)

A card is pulled, red hearts matching the blood that oozed within their veins. They hunger for the king and only the king. They hunger for the hand that’ll set them free. The card with red hearts matching the blood of the killed is flipped. Screams and shouts echo the room as an echo of cheers around them come. A victory of the times he’s done this before.

”Damnit King. I can never win against you.”

A smirk pulls at his lips as he shuffles the cards again. No one ever won against King Hinsley. This was his life, growing up with the paper that easily brought him to living a life. No more of the orphan life that he lived in the past. Gambling everything had to make a living in the world that was the capitol. A place where the rich can become richer. Avoxes litter the streets, working furiously for their masters, while King had worked for the shop of his dreams. Cards lining the walls with different pictures and words and designs. Cards he’s made from his own imagination for anyone to buy. A little game section in the corner for customers to play games for themselves and risk some money. This was his own house of cards he built from the ground up.

They craved it. They needed it. They needed him. King Hinsley was a man made from hardships, but the way he glowed to everyone else was a golden boy who had made a life for himself with nothing, but his own hands. He’s built himself from the ground up, a civilized man who went through hard work for a shop selling something as simple as cards. The cocky grin upon his face still there as he speaks.

”Round two anyone?”