But of course someone was keen enough to leave some folks to stay around the Hatter's place. They were sauntering about with a glint in their eyes, watching passerby walk around.
Now Rosalyn Lockhart had a lot of things to say to the Hatter that was carrying her—but it had ended when he mumbled about what she could have been eating.
The notion of having him beheaded now seemed more promising than befriending him.
She glanced at the people oddly waiting for them around the shop, thankfully they were in one of the shrouded alleys and were hidden from sight. "Of course they'd be prepared enough to do that." She muttered and narrowed her eyes at the Hatter. "Bring me to the castle, they could have assassins waiting but the guards—"
"I have an idea." The Hatter grinned, not necessarily at her but his eyes gleamed at the idea.
The liveliness in those eyes…
