@blasterdiablo (Because I had to)
Harsh footsteps can be heard from down the hall as the heels of Rekka’s shoes stomp on the palace’s gilded floors. To say she was upset would be an understatement. In fact, she was downright offended by the lack of what was promised to her when she took on the role as the Duchess of Hearts, a role that most would say was perfect for the younger sister of the White Queen.
With great force, she kicks the door open to the Hatter’s studio. She doesn’t care what he is working on or if he was taking a break. All she cared about was what she came here for, Rekka even going so far as to knock over a few mannequins on her way in.
“Hatter!!! Where is my dress for the Queen’s Unbirthday, huh?! I sent you a letter with my precise instructions on how I’d like it weeks in advance, and yet I’ve heard nothing from you!” She takes a look around the place, noting no dresses that could hope to match her small stature. They all appeared to be for Misaki and Misaki alone, despite the fact the Hatter’s responsibilities were more to than just make clothing for the Queen.
“From the looks of things, you haven't even started! The party is tonight in case you forgot! Gosh, can’t you just do your job right for once?! You know if your old man was still around, this wouldn’t be an issue. He always made my predecessors dresses on time! I expect the same from you!” Another mannequin falls in a fit of anger. Honestly, Rekka’s personality probably would have made her a more suitable canadine for the traditional Queen of Hearts role than that of the Duchess, but things sadly never quite turned out that way. How annoying.
“Now get to it!”
