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Author's Note: Credit goes secants for helping me with Tom-dialogue. I haven't written Tom/Luna for so long I've lost my Tom-voice, which is extremely sad considering the amount of time it took to obtain it. I guess what they say is true—if you don't use it, you lose it! D:
Misty cerulean eyes lazily flickered in every direction and at everything but the entertainment in front of her.
The Queen was restless on her throne. She crossed her legs, uncrossed them, and fiddled with her elegant dress then her long blonde hair before finally turning to her attendant.
"I-Is something wrong, your Majesty?"
The detached, tranquil expression the Queen always wore did nothing to soothe him so she gently placed a hand on his arm. "Neville, please. We're friends." She gave his arm a light, playful pinch. "Couldn't we just abandon formalities?"
"Um, Luna," Neville began, glancing back at the Queen for approval. She nodded with a smile. "Do the jesters bore you?"
Luna made a small waving motion with her hand, signaling for the jesters to leave. Once the doors to the throne room closed she continued. "Quite; they don't talk."
"Ah, well, the talking animals in the kingdom claim that the wages of a court jester aren't enough to support their family."
"Oh, that's unfortunate. Well, what of the prisoners? Aren't there any today?"
"Yes, one. But he's too dangerous, your Highn-Luna."
"What is he charged with?"
"Breaking into the castle."
"But that's a misdemeanor," Luna pointed out, turning to her attendant again, curiosty sparked.
Neville shifted his weight from foot to foot before responding. "Er, yes, but…much had happened since we put him in the dungeon."
"What do mean?"
"Erhm, he's broken out of his cell twice already. The first time, he blew up the entire east tower. The second time we put him in one of the cells for magic-using persons, but, somehow, he tricked the guards and transformed them into a worm and cube of ice." Neville shook his head in dismay. "Regrettably, the guard who was changed into a cube of ice melted before our sorcerers could get to him…"
"And now?"
"Now, he's playing chess with the treasurer in the west wing."
A tall, dark-haired boy with an aristocratic nose and sharp facial features that would look awkward on anyone else walked into the throne room, adjusting the collar of his shirt. Provided with nice, new clothes, he looked even more noblesse.
Striding forward with confidence and an air of arrogance, he bowed while faking a smile that came off as rather nefarious.
"While it was my original intention to request an audience with her Majesty before I was so warmly welcomed and escorted to that wonderful cell…I can't help but notice that her Highness requires my presence," The boy sneered, still bowing.
The hairs on Neville's neck stood up and his face tinted red at his words.
"How dare you mock the Queen of Whunderland!"
"Hwunderland? You mean Wonderland."
"Wonderland? Hmm, I don't believe I've heard of it. There is an Underland and a Wanderland, but no Wonderland that you speak of, good sir," The queen offered.
"As fun as all of this has been, would you kindly tell me how I am supposed to get out of this ridiculous place?"
The Queen and her attendant exchanged expressions before the former shook her head.
"Oh, don't be silly, Mr. Thomas. You can't leave Whunderland. That's impossible."
"Madness. This is madness," Tom muttered under his breath as the Queen's fumbling servant clapped his hands, announcing tea time.