A person with a striking red cloak passed through the streets of the bustling town, her destination already in mind and she could see the shop in the distance. The Mad Hatter's Shop. It was a peculiar name indeed. But it suited the man that she knew.
Rosalyn Lockhart stepped into the shop and heard the familiar chimes above her and came across a sight. Or perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised in the first place, it wasn't only Nicholas alone but another known person. Dimitri Nordskov was here. The two of them were lounging on chairs and sharing a meal together—baked pastries in hand. The waft of some kind of bread with piping hot meat inside of it.
It was already lunchtime.
Her presence caught them in surprise.
"Y-Your Majesty?" Nicholas looked up and blinked.
Dimitri tilted his head. "Queen of Hearts?"
