In the office of Her Majesty of Hearts, the Queen was seated all alone without the presence of the Knight and the Cat. And she appreciated that a lot. She needed to have enough time to do this without anybody bothering her—without showing the disgusting amount of weakness. Rosalyn Lockhart had her hands around her head as she took the moment to compose herself. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out shakily. Her shoulders shook as she did and she ground her teeth.
Inhale. Exhale. One, Two, Three. Breath.
Her fingernails dug deeper into her scalp as she squeezed her eyes and tried again to calm herself. Everything was dark and black. The Queen of Hearts parted her lips and whispered a rhyme, "Humpty dumpty sat on the wall…"
"Humpty dumpty had a great fall."
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