Nicholas Hatter was dragged out of the room by his good friend, just right on time at that. It felt like he was about to have been killed by the Queen's intense gaze. He gave his friend a relieved grin. "Thanks Mal!"
"Not so fast—y'er not off the hook!" His friend narrowed her eyes at him, "Explain how the person who wanted y'er head off is now in my quarters?"
"Well, it's actually a long story—"
"Mallory why am I seeing the Queen of Hearts?!" A shout erupted from within the room.
The woman tsked as she opened the door, "Don't get your knickers into a twist, Harold!" One could already see his good old friend practically hiding behind the door, a wide berth between him and the Queen. As if the block of wood was enough of a shield.
Nicholas bit back his chuckling. At least he didn't have that big of a scream. Still his stomach churned at the sight of the woman sitting in one of the furniture that he and his friends would sit at.
