The Hatter finally accepted her offer for breakfast, and in less than an hour, it was time for them to have their breakfast. All of them were in Her Majesty of Heart's drawing room and there were six of them right now. Rosalyn Lockhart was seated down and tried not to flinch as Mary Ann placed the tray of breakfast down for them. "Your Majesty, your tea."
"Mhmm, thank you." Rosalyn Lockhart glanced down at the deep red tea and could see the crystallized sugar swirling in it. The young woman had already understood her taste in tea. Inwardly sighing, she picked up the teacup and was quick to sip—she didn't need to wait for it, and she wouldn't wait for the others.
She was currently accompanied by more people than she was used to.
