The Flames of Derision

The flames crackled in its fireplace, illuminating its iron-wrought screen, the bright flames lit up the clusters of red roses and twisting vines decorating the metal piece. It set the mood of the atmosphere of the room heavily. An air of somber contemplation paired with the ambiance of a twisting and spinning evening yet to come. 

Dark wine red wallpapers matched white lounge chairs in a certain way, and each one of them were occupied by distinguished men and women. 

Yes, the place was no other but in the Castle of Hearts, in one of its available drawing rooms, the Queen of Hearts' drawing rooms. A number of people were gathered together in this very hour, the rhythmic tick-tock of the grandfather clock stayed in the background. Nicholas Hatter had already been here before and so had Queen Neo Anasthasia during the man's impromptu concert at that time. 

That particular event had been nearly two weeks prior.