Magic Masquerade Train - Charlotte & her Cello Mug

Our story continues: ...When the hand of the clock ticked one past midnight, the door to his chamber swung open, and in a rustle of silk, velvet and perfume the ladies swept in. The one with the French horn and honey colored hair of a familiar hue stepped forward and lowered her mask to reveal…his own wife, the Queen Jocasta. So steeped in his own misery he had been these past months, he had scarce noticed her absence. Her kookiburra darted forward to snatch up the crumb that had dropped from his stunned lower lip. “Wardlaw, you are a terrible tyrant” she stated calmly “and this realm and our family can afford your reign no longer. And by the way, you seem to have forgotten that I was a natural redhead and shall be again, ass.” The je...