The Queen of Hearts had been ready to accept Chesire's offer for help when somebody knocked on the door. A familiar voice came through the door, "My Queen—Her Majesty, it's me." It was the King of Hearts.
Rosalyn felt one of her eyes twitch.
"Oh, maybe it isn't necessary after all." Chesire chuckled and flopped back onto the couch. "Back to cat nap." His sincerity had no longer any need and so the cat person suddenly switched back to his cat-like demeanor—back to relaxing and napping.
Rosalyn Lockhart rested her face on a hand and sighed inwardly, "You do not need to ask permission to enter, Your Majesty." The Queen of Hearts wasn't exactly happy but somehow the King had gone here by himself? At least she wouldn't have to ask Gine to do it for her. She had a lot of things—
