The Queen of Hearts chambers were—well, Blake Landrigan had already said it wasn't his room of choice for a meeting with Her Majesty. But where else would he get the chance for solitude and enough time for a chance to tell her the truth.
And yes, it was the entire truth that he wanted to speak.
The Chesire sat at one of the sofas much to the derision of the Informant, but he did not care about a cat that paid no alliances or neutrality any real heed. And yet to some extent, he still owed them for bringing him here.
Now all that was left to do was wait.
Hope that the Knight wouldn't come and kill him immediately—he was still kind of antsy. While also wishing that the King of Spades and the rest had forgotten he was supposed to be in his room. Most likely they did forget.
And that was fine.
