<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">~:The Queen's Castle:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2ebrer5.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Making head's explode since 1865.<br/>Tarts available upon request.</span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">~:~</span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A whopping four stories sits the Queen's Castle, in a part of town that is neither safe nor quiet; not that there <strong>is</strong> a part of the city that could fit such a description.  Four stories and one penthouse, framed by a balcony that runs on all four sides so what's left is a small suite with far too many windows from which the queen can view the world or to see what she's missing.  It's as much as a place to hide her away as it is to make her feel powerful.  To such end, one doesn't often see the Queen though one can certainly <em>hear</em> her.  Every step she takes across the floor or the rise of her shrill voice when she yells for sweets...it is impossible to forget that she's there.<br/><br/>The Knave takes his place here, with a room of his own on occasion, the March Hare.   And some days it takes one or the other to keep control of the Queen.  Though they're far from the only people seen about.  Indeed, the Queen's tarts fill the place, those insipid little bitches and she's not sure anymore which ones are hers by birth and which simply wandered in, willingly or no, and needed a place to eat and sleep and were promptly put to work.<br/><br/>There is one thing however, of which one may be certain.  The place is red, because red is slimming and the lights are kept low for that very same reason.  There's rats in the walls and cockroaches in the floor and chains hang from the bedposts while floggers remain in the nightstands and there are rooms on the third floor...that few are brave enough at all to take a peak into, where the only way to find out what's inside is simply to take a look within.</span></div>