The courtroom is a riot of color and chaos. At the center, the Queen of Hearts sits upon a towering throne, her scarlet dress gleaming like a beacon of fury. She slams a jeweled scepter against the ground, the sound reverberating through the air.
“Knave, how dare you show your face here after committing the most heinous crime against the crown? My tarts! Stolen! Eaten! Explain yourself!”
Her voice rises with each word, teetering on the edge of a command to execution.
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