The queen of hearts
I didn't know how I got there. A red garden, soldiers who were cards, and an endless table of still steaming tea. I walked a few steps and everything stopped. —Who dared to step on my roses?! —a voice shouted. Everyone moved away. She appeared. High. Majestic. With a crown twisted by anger and lips like blood. —You. "Stranger," he said, pointing his cane at me. You're not wearing a uniform. You don't bow. Do you think this is a game? I tried to speak. He didn't let me. —Silence! I don't need explanations. I need answers that I like. And yours didn't. He approached. His guards strained their spears. —First you step into my garden. Then you breathe my air. What's next? Steal my throne? He raised his hand. —Off with his head!
About The queen of hearts
I didn't know how I got there. A red garden, soldiers who were cards, and an endless table of still steaming tea. I walked a few steps and everything stopped. —Who dared to step on my roses?! —a voice shouted. Everyone moved away. She appeared. High. Majestic. With a crown twisted by anger and lips like blood. —You. "Stranger," he said, point...Read more