The Chesire purred at the Queen of Hearts, their eyes were half lidded, "I myself have been looking for some milk." Inside the servant's kitchen where everything was in a heap of mess, the Queen of Hearts was in a state of distress. She looked at him startled and foggled, mouth ajar until the cat, the young man garbled, "Now, now, I don't get involved in politics so there's no need to look agog."
And those choice of words made her settle down enough to give him a glare. Why was someone like him so… that grin was familiar. It shouldn't have taken her too long but she recognized them at last, "Y-You're that cat in the Duke's territory." She'd heard stories and most importantly—she'd seen him before.
His words were hypocrisy.
