What could one even say for the events that happened for the day? It was mundane, the same, and there was a certain rhythm to it that always occurred—and one of them was dinner. The Queen of Hearts mostly left the handling and entertaining of the Nobility to the King. He did a much better job at it.
She had the excuse with her brother for what happened after lunch.
And now she had finished dinner and watched the rest of the Nobility be provided with their temporary quarters, the numerous guest rooms of the Castle now fully put to use. Now if there was anything that was unlike anything else in this place… perhaps it was the solemnity of the Joker.
He was still here.
