"I suppose also finding her body doesn't make your statement much of a lie, does it?" Nicholas Hatter's voice held a tinge of marvel and incredulity in his tone.
Rosalyn Lockhart's heart stopped beating within that moment.
Nicholas knew.
He knew it all along.
Mallory was already long dead and the culprit was the very person that he was hugging.
Perhaps it was supposed to be this way?
Rosalyn Lockhart had something in her throat and she was constricted in place. The way that his arms now wrapped around her felt nothing to a comforting hug, but now felt like she was ensnared.
Trapped in one beautiful red laces of a bow.
Suffocating, silk and satin.
It overwhelmed her as tears sprang up within her eyes.
Her throat was dry and nothing hardly came out as the Queen of Hearts attempted to speak. "T-That's…"
"Not much of a response now, Your Majesty?" Nicholas asked.
