In Wonderland RP

[bobert26]

I sat in the dungeon tower of the Queen of Hearts' castle. My corner was cold and wet and I had to hold my feet close to my body to keep the fat, ever-hungry rats from nibbling on my toes. Before my only cell mate was taken to the guilitine for his execution he had told me that he'd seen the rats devour a young woman whole, like a swarm of pirhannas attacking a young capybara.
I choked on the scent of decaying mice, pressed my face against the iron bars on the window as a small black snake slithered out of a crack in the wall and across the cell.
"Boy!" The jailmaster's voice was sharp, "You have been granted an audience with Her Royal Majesty the Queen of Hearts," He threw a bucket of cold soapy water at me and a rag, "Clean yourself up! The Queen shan't want such a dirty boy in her throne room." Dipping the rag in the water, I gently rubbed the dirt from my face.


The royal throne room was warm and comfortable in contrast to the damp cell in which I had festered for over two weeks. Along the walls were the portraits of Kings and Queens of Hearts who were, by now, long dead. At the far end of the room were two thrones. One was empty. The King of Hearts had died several years earlier, rumour had it that the Queen poisoned him after seeing him on a morning stroll with The Queen of Spades. In the other chair sat the Queen. Her hair, long and bright red flowed past her waist, she wore a white fur gown dotted with ruby red hearts. Her face might have been beautiful if not for her crimson eyes. I neared the Queen and she stared down at me. I gulped.
"Boy," She said, "Your pants are ripped." I looked down at the rip in my trousers.
"Yes, they -"
"Don't interupt me!" The Queen snapped. She clapped her hands and a frightened looking maid hurried over to the throne. The Queen whispered something to her. The maid nodded, she then grabbed my hand and led me out of the room.
"The Queen has decided to give you your own room," The maid said quietly.
"Why?" I asked.
"I expect she wants something in return.... I quite don't know just yet. My name is Alice, by the way... and your name is?"
"Vincent."
"Well, Vincent," She whispered, "I'm going to take care of you."