Yes, I rewrote the chapter. It is now completely different than what it was before, but my writing in this chapter was much, much better. Enjoy! Notes are at the bottom.

The day after Frabjous day was not a particularly hectic one. The entire population was at rest after their incredible fright at their previous "leader's" totalitarian ways, and they were happy to have a perfectly harmless, pleasant, beautiful ruler once again. It was an absolutely delightful feeling to be able to step outside of whatever one would use as a home without being worried about being arrested for unjust things.

However, there was one person who was in more despair now that the Champion of Underland had finally evacuated the premises. He sat at a long tea table, with only a dormouse, a scraggly hare, and, at certain times, a cat who would try his hand at anything to get his hands—or paws, perhaps?—on the top hat of the royal hatter.

The mid-sized clearing was nearly abandoned at this hour in particular. Only a very depressed and particularly out of character hatter sat at the head of the tea table in a high-back chair, arms crossed across his chest and head bowed low in despair. Although the five individuals who had entered the glade could not see it, a single, translucent tear slithered down his pale white cheek.

The queen, Mirana of Marmoreal, walked a few steps closer to the end of the table opposite the hatter. Her voice was, as expected, kind as she spoke to the poor, disheartened man. "Pardon my intrusion, my dear Tarrant. I do hope I am not interrupting anything." Mirana did not receive an answer, which, along with his nonmoving posture and a nod from the dormouse who accompanied her, caused the queen to believe that she was not intervening. "Nivens has reported that Alice—" Tarrant's head snapped up at the mention of the champion's name, "—has returned to Upperland safely. I supposed that you would like to hear this good news. In addition, she has denied the hand of the dreadful man who had asked for her hand before her appearance in Underland. However, I've no idea why she would give it any thought. He seems to be an absolutely awful man—"

Mirana was cut off at the sight of the orange-haired man stepping over various things on the table. He placed his hands on each of the queen's shoulders, pushing her to the edge of the clearing until her back hit a tree bordering the clearing. He began speaking under his breath, quickly and quietly. The two guards who had chaperoned Mirana and her two companions quickly tensed, only relaxing ever-so to a tiny smile playing on the queen's lips.

The hatter continued his rambling, a bit more audible, "…You mean it? She's not—oh, well this is fantastic. If she is coming back, I'll have to make her her very own hat. Oh, what colour do you think would look most wonderful on her? A shade of blue, most certainly, but there are so many—azure, cobalt, sapphire, navy, powder blue, midnight blue, Prussian blue, electric blue, indigo even if that one is rather purpley, royal blue, ice-blue, baby blue, robin's egg blue, peacock blue, aquamarine, steel blue, slate blue, cyan, cerulean—Now, quite frankly, I think that an aquamarine would be quite fitting. Although perhaps a slightly darker shade of baby blue, or would that not look quite right? Certainly, if all else fails, I shall resort to cerulean. Whichever would match the dress she wore when she returned to Underland the time she slew the jabberwocky…Or…Is she even coming back? How do you know she refused him? Are you saying it just to make me feel better? Your highness, with all due respect, if you are, in fact, just saying this without any evidence, then by the name of—"

"'Atta'!"

"By the name of…fez…" The hatter took a moment and swallowed once, getting his thoughts clear. He removed his hands from the queen, his head visibly spinning. "I'm fine. Thank you, Mally… My apologies, your highness…"

The tiny mouse shook her head. "You're hopeless."

A smile spread across the queen's face. "No worries, Tarrant. What I say is the truth. I have received this information directly from our very own Nivens, who I'm sure would be glad to tell you everything."

"Certainly, your highness." The rabbit opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as Mirana gently rested her hand atop his head.

"Why don't we speak over tea at the castle? I'm sure it would be better than standing in the open, where there may or may not be any vestiges of my sister's army," Mirana suggested, looking to each of her subjects. They all were quiet for a moment, until the white rabbit spoke in a somewhat tentative tone.

"I'm sure, your highness, that we would be perfectly well off, but whatever you wish."

The group of six began to make their way out of the clearing, when a purring tone stopped them in their tracks. "Have you room for another?" A moment's silence passed through the group. A large cat materialized in the air in front of them in dark blue and purple smoke.

"Hello there, Chesh. Might I ask you if you would care to join us? We're going to discuss what happened to the champion once she returned to Upperland." Nivens looked up at Mirana in a request for permission. "If it's alright with her highness, as may be expected."

"Might I, your majesty? I'll only join you if it's all right with you." The Cheshire cat grinned his signature, toothy grin.

Mirana smiled warmly. "Certainly. You are more than welcome. Come, we shall have tea at my castle."

So yeah. That's all there really is to it. I'm going to have two more chapters up soon, sometime after Thursday (I'm uploading another story then which I REALLY need to work on soon…) so perhaps Friday. Or Saturday. My grade is taking a trip to one of the colleges in the state. Oh, I'll post an updating schedule on my profile within the next day or so.

So anyway, I apologise for my ranting. Leave a review and you will get a (virtual) slice of pie! :D

Notes:
- I have no idea if Nivens follows Alice to Upperland where she refuses Hamish and does (her version of) the Futterwacken, but let's say, for the sake of this story, that he does. :)
- It's sort of my own head-canon that Mirana would speak a bit more properly than the rest of the cast.
- Oh Tarrant, you and your long ranting. Did you like what I did with the blue? I went onto the thesaurus app on my laptop (I use a Mac) and typed in "blue" and just copied and pasted what showed up. I took out a couple, like Cambridge blue, because I don't think someone from Underland would know what Cambridge is. :)