Rosalyn Lockhart stopped at last, a melancholic smile formed on her lips. Was this supposed to make her feel better? All it did was remind her of all the faults and flaws that she had in her life. The Queen of Hearts paused and picked up her teacup, she would take a long sip.
The gaze of Nicholas Hatter was on her, perhaps expecting for something more but she would not budge.
"I think I've already said a lot, and as for its effects. I do not think it has particularly helped me, but thank you for sharing your method." She finally placed her teacup down and then eyed the man. "How are your friends… I haven't seen Harold and Mallory for quite some time. I hope that they are in good health and being."
"Your Majesty—" he began, hesitation visible on his face, until he nodded. A decision possibly coming into play. "They are doing fine, thank you for your thoughts. I will relay it to them if that would please you, Your Majesty."
