Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170522035640/@comment-31595069-20170528065508

"Right then! Onto the QUeen we go! Sally Fourth ladies!" The Trumparts surrounded Siris as they escourted him to the Throne room.

Once at the throne room Whiskey and Sirus would be brought in together. There they saw a thouroughly exghausted Cecil with a Ace of Hearts near her. "Phew! She was a though one, she is resistant but I expected nothing less from those lovable cats." She spoke as she noticed her fellow soldiers bring in the two.

"I tried...but...those guys...are good..." She breathed hard with a lewd smile to the soldiers who were all alright for the moment. But of course were all whispering to eachother. Probaly about something that the Queen of Hearts would eat their souls or something.

The Queen was gone...however they heard angry stomping heading for the throne room. "Oh Gods...this sounds like a real monster..." SOldiers trembled as the walls shook voilently and then she appeared. A small girl wearing a crown and fancy dress and staff stomped out from in and plopped herself on her throne. "I see a famililiar face, I really do like you Cecil...BUT WHEN YOU ALL INTERUPT MY SLEEPING WHEN I'M BORED I GET CRANKY!" She yelled and slammed her staff in the ground before standing up.

She looked them all over when her eyes fell on Whiskey. "You there, better give me one good reason not to let my soldiers interogate and torture you right now at this minute. If you fail, that man can explain." She then pointed at Sirus. "Because if you both fail I am choosing the worse explanation and you are the first to get their treatment!"