There would always come a time when he would have to make a choice. Would he always follow what the Queen of Hearts had wanted or to go against her wishes? He was afraid that he had to intervene once again, he stared at the Hatter in front of him.
Julius Ginellevé's fingers hovered above the hilt of his sword, before giving the man before him a smile, "What could you do for me? You could leave immediately or accept my blade if you are able to follow what I truly want."
The man's expression paled for a moment, their body stiffened—he eyed the man, the Hatter was still holding his utensils, a knife and a fork. If they were as skilled as he gauged him, this Nicholas Hatter could throw the knife at his face and he would have to block it or dodge.
