Banished. Cast out, like a common criminal. No; common criminals would have been put to death under her rule. Off with their heads, indeed. She was being treated like a common peasant, and it was wearing her nerves thin. Though she could probably lower herself to survive like a peasant, she was, in no form of the word, common. A fact her sister knew quite well.
But her sister was a fool. The White Queen, they called her. What was so White about her, other than her ensemble? Hm? The fact that she had taken a vow to never take another life? No, that didn't make her White at all. That made her careless. Death was a necessary factor to experience life, and if you should have to take it from others to protect yourself and prove a point, then so be it. Life wasn't permanent; everyone died eventually. It was all a matter of when, and how. That wretched sister of hers would learn that one day, or she would die amidst her stubbornness. She didn't paint her lips dark for no reason.
Banished to the great expanse of absolutely nothing was embarrassing, to say the least. How could she survive here? She had nothing but a traitor handcuffed to her wrist, and he was absolutely no help. He had tried to kill her, for Heaven's sake. She had loved him, and he had tried to kill her. They had been together since she had taken the crown from her sister, and she had trusted him. Foolishly, but she had done so. And he had turned on her. She'd have rather saw him with her than locked to her own arm for the rest of their lives.
A sudden thought occurred to her: why hadn't she taken the easy way out? Why hadn't she just listened? Perhaps she wouldn't have ended up here. Her sister had tried to be merciful, after all. But then again, mercy was weakness, and weakness was unacceptable. Had she really thought that batting those lashes and giving her most innocent face was going to sway her? It may work on everyone else, but not on her. She saw past that foolish act. It was a ploy. The crown was hers. She was the oldest. It was destined to be this way, ever since she had been declared tainted by their parents, and the crown was handed over to Miss White Queen.
She. Would. Not. Bend.
So what if she had hesitated for the slightest of moments? Didn't everyone? Hesitation was not submission. Battle was destined to be waged, and if that vile human hadn't completely maimed her jabberwocky, she would have seen her sister's head on her fireplace mantle, the human's alongside it. Forget life imprisonment. It didn't serve her fancies.
Studying the chain around her wrist, she heaved a great sigh. This wouldn't be how it ended for her. She refused to go out like this. The traitor was sleeping; if she could just get out while he was still sleeping, she could leave him behind and never have to worry about another fool stabbing her in the back…
No. It couldn't happen quite yet. But she made a promise to herself right then and there that she would find the right magic to free herself, and once she did…Underland would experience a war unlike any other it had seen.