When Nicholas Hatter smiled, it was disarming. A certain roguish but soft alluring charm to it, especially with his disheveled hair and the hat in his hands.
Rosalyn needed to get her grips together—beauty was one thing, pleasant to the eye. But if she were to live her life as indulgent as before, then things might have been better off if she had never changed her ways. She could have eaten more tarts, slept with her Knight and had everyone who tested her nerves to be sent away from her sight or even killed if possible.
The Queen of Hearts needed to steel herself. There were other things of more importance.
In a future where she would face Alice, a woman the man in front of her had probably loved. The Queen wasn't really sure what had enamored men with her—if it came in terms of beauty; she was a cut higher than anyone. But it was probably because that girl had befriended him. Something along the lines of what Mary Ann said.
Or magic.
