Rosalyn Lockhart didn't expect guests, well, she didn't expect anyone besides Sir Julius Ginellevé to come around with a certain Hatter and perhaps his companions with them so when the sounds of immediate knocking could be heard—her eye twitched.
She dropped her quill on her parchment, "Enter."
Her good mood from eating tarts and drinking tea with Mary Ann vanished like bubbles as the door opened a certain man popped his head in, "Pardon me for the intrusion in your private study, Her Majesty—"
"Spit out whatever His Majesty had sent you for." The Queen of Hearts massaged her temples as she tried not to give the Prime Minister an evil look. She had no time for these disturbances but she doubted anybody cared for that. What did the King need her for this time?
Blyke Edelweiss stepped into the room and dabbed his brows with a handkerchief, "The Queens from the other Kingdoms are requesting your presence."
She stared at him for a moment.
