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The hustle and bustle are filling the castle.
The Court Lady ran off her legs.
The White Rabbit caught her -
In time to make sure
To keep her precious head.
***
He saw red.
Red as ruby of her eyes.
Red as rose of her cheeks.
Red as blood on her lips.
Yeah, so much blood could be shed, if he wouldn't shut her pretty lips in time.
“No wonder they love their King.”
She reads him like a book.
“And hate their Queen.”
She’s collecting gossip just as he – his earrings. His collection pierces his body, her collection goes right through her heart.
“My Queen—”
He whispers in her ear, taking advantage of a small break between kisses.
“You have to reconsider—”
She shrugs his plea off as nonsense. Frowning her brows in a silent warning.
He knows her too well.
She never liked wasting time.
No wonder, his fair trials bored her. Off with their heads and all!
She knows that he pardons everyone behind her back. And he knows that she wants him to.
Only one soul stains her porcelain skin-
He lost his head a long time ago, without notice. And now just his headless body keeps melting in her grippy hands.
“Look up, speak nicely and don't hang your head!”
The Bloody Mary smiles playfully, finally letting him breathe.
“My King”
Her face is red – their favorite color.
All smudged on his face.
The lipstick marks tell their tales.
There's only one minute left till the court ball starts.