"Your Majesty, you must do something!" The people pleaded with the King to interfere with her.
Spineless fools who turned to someone who could overrule her decisions, someone who the Joker might have considered as well if their relationship was much better than she thought it would be.
And instead of rising up to the challenge, she backed down.
Her strength betrayed her, knees weakening because he came. She did not know how to explain it. The words caught in her throat at the sight of the King of Hearts walking in as the sickly sensation of shame burned within her.
It spread from across her blood and crawled up to her face and stayed there.
She could not will it to be gone.
Rosalyn Lockhart wanted to scratch at her face and simply look away. Bang her head across the banquet table and get this welling emotion out of her so she could get on with her life. But how could she face him?
How could she look him in the eye?
