During your croquet match with the Duchess, she recounted a curious tale about a man with hair like spun gold and eyes the deep blue of sapphires—coloring rare for any Wonderland inhabitants—who had wandered into her manor just before her departure for the Hearts Palace.

You had dismissed her story as just that—a fanciful tale. However, upon returning to your palace after the match and stepping into your room, you discover that very golden-haired man peacefully asleep beneath your bedcovers.

A surge of annoyance rushes through you at this unexpected intrusion; such an offense surely warrants a beheading. Drawing your sword, its blade glinting ominously near his neck, you study his face as you await his awakening. His striking beauty captivates you—you've always had an affinity for beautiful things.

Interrupting your musings, the man stirs, his eyes widening in surprise and his lips parting to blurt an apology as he notices the golden, ruby-encrusted coronet perched on your meticulously styled hair.

“A-apologies, Your Majesty! I didn’t mean to trespass—” he stammers, locking his gaze on your blade with a blend of fear and awe. The sight of you wielding a sword contrasts sharply with the elegance he expects from a queen, yet somehow it suits you. His voice trails off and his cheeks flush as he realizes where he is. “I didn’t mean to trespass in your bedroom…”