Villainess Of Hearts

When the Queen of Hearts rose up from her bed, a dreamless night it had been—she came across the strangest thing. A long sinuous and serpent like, for it danced back and forth to an unknown rhythm, but furry tail. Now it had made sense that there was a heavy feeling upon her belly, because there truly was something upon her. A fine start to a morning if ever.

Rosalyn Lockhart eyed the creature upon her bed—and in this moment, it was more cat than man.

A small furry creature lay atop her bed and it was a cat. Not the most normal of cats either, it was Chesire, for who else but they could enter her premises while her Knight guarded her? Perhaps she should have shouted, she might have normally done so—but then again, no old Chesire would have done something as reckless as this either. 

Should she even say a word?

What had come across this person's mind to come to her and encroach upon her bed? She hadn't invited Ginellevé since she came back, but this cat occupied her bed as if it was their property. A soft sigh escaped the woman's lips, she tried not to move too much to disturb him, but with the way that his tail whipped back and forth during his slumber?

She had an urge to reach and toy with the furry tail.

It did somewhat help that the Chesire did this while in a complete cat form, otherwise she would have shouted indeed. And that was regardless of the time. She tried to sit up and tilt her head at this being. She observed him once again. Part cat. Part man. Part magic? For what imagination wrought this being? A creature who disappeared when they wished and only left grins as their reminder.

His presence was normal and abnormal at the same time.

For this was her world—and she had heard of tales and stories, both fairy tales and actual ones, and all of them had magic in the heart of it. So much magic was poured in them that it was hard to tell which was false and which was true. All blended together in a wonderful combination.

The Queen of Hearts reached out a hand, not to his tail but to his head—she rubbed it. 

A purr was his response. 

A soft purr that made her toes curl in delight, even she was not immune to the sounds a cute creature would make. And perhaps that was what made her morning lovely indeed. She had woken up relaxed and it was a great start, she had almost forgotten all the hubbub of her yesterday. 

The twist and turns, spins and swirls—they all paled to the peaceful morning. 

But this would not last, in a couple of minutes or so, she would need to rise and get on with her day. Documents to be checked, tea parties to be hosted and letters to be sent. Yes, there was much that she needed—

A soft warm lick met her fingers. 

Rosalyn Lockhart looked down to see intelligent looking eyes looking up at her, even when he licked her fingers with a soft brush of his tongue. A mewl came from his lips and he nudged his head on her fingers. The Queen of Hearts eyes bulged and she pushed the feline away, pushing him so hard that he was flung away from her bed.

Thump!

He fell down the bottom of her bed.

And not a moment later, he peeked out from the bed and back to his mostly human self. The familiar cat ears poked around his head and he offered her a sleepy grin, "Good morning, Your Majesty."

"Good morning?" The Queen of Hearts clutched a hand to her heart. She narrowed her eyes at him and refused to acknowledge the heat in her cheeks. "Is that all you have to say? You trespassed on my chambers."

"...Has this not happened before?" The Chesire tilted his head. "I do not recall your complaints before."

Rosalyn Lockhart pursed her lips and reached for a pillow and hugged it across her chest. "Then you must have had a bad memory then."

"I believe it is Her Majesty—"

He got hit in the head.

The Queen of Hearts rose up from her bed, pillow in her right hand. She was ready to smack him once again. "Perhaps I do remember it, but this time is a little different—sleeping on my bed while I was also asleep. I did not know that you are quite shameless." She knew her face was red right now—her cheeks were burning.

Sleeping was a defenseless time.

Even if this cat had done nothing but sleep as well.

"Shameless?" Chesire asked and rubbed his head with a hand. He sounded confused about the matter. "What is shameless about resting somewhere comfortable? You did not seem to have any trouble when I woke up, Your Majesty. You were petting my head—"

"Do not mention it or I'll whack you again in the head." Rosalyn Lockhart tightened her grip on the pillow. She frowned and averted her gaze to the floor. Was he clueless? Did someone like Chesire not know of the intimate moments shared in one's bed?

There was a pout on his lips, even as the man proceeded to float into the air. "Her Majesty is a tyrant indeed."

She had heard that already in the past to even bother with such a term. Instead her mind focused on his cluelessness. Did he lack the knowledge? It might be the case if he sounded perplexed about it, a creature like them probably did not come to existence through normal methods. Was it only she who was puzzled and tested about this matter? 

If Chesire had lay across her bed in his normal form, she would have found a lot more reason to rub something else. She eyed him, "You should watch where you lick your tongue with—unless you wish to use it elsewhere."

"P-Pardon?"

A waver in his tone and a widened look in his eyes—perhaps he wasn't as clueless as he made himself out to be. The Queen of Hearts fought back a twitch in her lips, a smirk played on her lips. "Yes. Do be more careful, Chesire.. I am after all a tyrant as you said—I might end up punishing you."