**Disclaimer** I do not own AIW.
This oneshot was partially inspired by the song Roslyn. The mood and sound of the song are really what inspired me the most so I wrote this. I was considering making it into a full-length story, but I'm still not sure about it. Anyway, I hope everyone likes it.
She didn't know how she had ended up here. There had been a rabbit hole and she had leant in too far, falling down, forever it seemed, until she had hit the ground with a hard thud. She thought it was over until she realized the room was upside down and she once more fell to the cold, hard floor. Her name was Roslyn.
The first time he had seen her wandering around Underland, he knew he had to have her. He pursued her, gained her trust, and then just as easily, he had tricked her into helping him escape his banishment. She had helped him break the bloody shackle off without question, not knowing that there had once been another person attached to it.
"What is your name?" he had asked in his lush, alluring voice.
"Roslyn."
"And why would a pretty creature such as yourself be wandering around in the Outlands?"
"I-I don't know. I fell from a hole and now… I don't know where I am." Her voice had sounded so lovely to him.
When she was finally in his trap, he had seduced her, enjoying how she tried to run.
"I like you, Roslyn." he had leaned in to kiss her, but she had pushed away, taking off into the forest of strange creatures.
But he could see in her eyes that she found him intriguing, she was just a little shy, and quite frankly, he found her lovely. She had been the only beautiful girl he had seen since Alice left Underland. When she sprinted away, he had chased her, loving the sight of her golden hair and light, flowing skirts trailing behind her. Eventually, after running out of breath, she had given in to him, even admitted that she found him entrancing. But then, that damned rabbit had spotted her and ruined everything by running to the White queen about it. Somehow, she had managed to save the girl from him and help her to return home. But he wouldn't give up; not ever. He wanted her, and he was very used to having things his way, especially when it dealt with things belonging to him.