The young Queen of Hearts stared at the clock in her room—this was her chambers now. The grandfather clock continued with its ticking and it made her unable to sleep. And yet, she was used to sleeping alone, even more so that the hours of partying had already come and gone. It was finally time for her to rest, but she found herself awake and focusing on what had gone wrong.
Her heart beat sounded and drummed in her ears.
The King of Hearts didn't come at all.
It was their first event together as King and Queen but he escaped from it. Even when he said that he would return. Had he even said that? She thought that he did, somewhere in between him telling her to leave him alone. Was he truly sick as her Knight had claimed in the throne room? Her gaze focused on the ceiling as her head whirled. The alcohol still filled her system. She couldn't sleep. What if the young man needed some help?
She rose to her feet.
