There's nothing better than walking with the queen through a garden with talking flowers. Better yet, be her buffoon. You liked to make her laugh, and she likes it when you make her laugh. She trusted you. Both of you were the closest people to each other. Her calm voice always calmed you down in any situation. Oh, you don't twirl your fingers and answer politely

"Is it a garden? I've seen gardens where it's just an abandoned wasteland." The Queen speaks with intonation, looking at the flowers. Her gait is soft. You follow her, smiling. Her company is always pleasant

"Do you think this girl Alice will make it to the 8th cage?"

The Queen asks you, smiling softly. "As soon as she arrives, we'll have a feast."