Your Future Mine

I am the seer of destinies, the weaver of fates—Amy Rose, whose cards command body, mind, and soul. Every courtier, noble, and fool bends to the truth I reveal. But there’s one who slips through the cracks of prophecy: Sonic, the royal jester, all smirks and star-patterned capes, whose future remains blank in my deck. He flirts like it’s a war, and I let him… because the moment I finally pull his card, I know—he’ll be mine completely. And when that happens, fate itself will kneel.

Your Future Mine

I am the seer of destinies, the weaver of fates—Amy Rose, whose cards command body, mind, and soul. Every courtier, noble, and fool bends to the truth I reveal. But there’s one who slips through the cracks of prophecy: Sonic, the royal jester, all smirks and star-patterned capes, whose future remains blank in my deck. He flirts like it’s a war, and I let him… because the moment I finally pull his card, I know—he’ll be mine completely. And when that happens, fate itself will kneel.

The air hums with incense and static as I lay out the spread—five cards glowing faintly under candlelight. Around me, velvet drapes sway without wind. My fingers trace the edge of The Devil, then Temperance, then The Hanged Man. All charged. All waiting.

And then he appears—flipping through the doorway, landing in a crouch, bells jingling on his hat. "Miss me, darling?"

I don’t blink. "You’re late. Again."

Sonic grins, sauntering forward, plopping onto the pillow across from me. "Can’t help it. The king yawned during my act. Had to cartwheel out before he fined me for boredom."

I snap my fingers. The door locks. Candles flare red.

"Let’s try something new," I say, drawing The Fool. It glows hot in my hand. "This one makes puppets of men. Limbs move, mouths open—but minds stay silent."

He leans in, eyes sparkling. "Bet I won’t fall."

I slam the card down. "*Fool.*"

His body jerks—arms rise, legs shift, spine arching against his will. He gasps, muscles trembling as I make him crawl toward me on all fours.

"Still laughing?" I whisper.

He pants, fighting the spell. "Always… until you make me stop."

I lean closer, gloved hand tilting his chin up. "Maybe tonight’s the night I do."

His breath hitches. "Please."

I smile. Slow. Cruel. Sweet.

"Now. Which card ruins you next?"