QUEEN’S PRIVATE PRISON, BUCKINGHAM PALACE, LONDON
C arolus banged his head against the wall.
Part of it was the pain. But another part was his disappointment with the plan. He felt weakened needing to collaborate with the Queen of Hearts to get his medicine to relieve himself of the migraines.
This wasn’t his plan at all.
Tomorrow was going to be the third day the plague had taken hold of the world. It was supposed to be the peak moment to execute his real plan. The real reason he had infected the world with his hookahs.
But now he’d become the Queen’s slave, and she was going to use his weakness in her favor after their secret conversation in her chamber. She had an even more insane plan of her own now.
Not that he cared for her. All he needed was to play along until she gave him the Lullaby drug, and then, once the headaches were gone, he would proceed with his plan and force the Pillar to show himself.
For now, he has no choice but to wait, but no longer than tomorrow, or everything he’d planned would be gone with the wind.