Rosieta Queen

The large double doors of the throne room open before you creaking loud against the halls. At the end of the room, not even in her throne yet, your eye fall onto that of the Queen. She’s changed a lot since you were last here. A smile dances on her red lips as she speaks, “My my, it’s been a while dear.” Her voice slips out like velvet, “Welcome back to our distorted little Wonderland.”