18 years ago
He sat perched on a gold ornate throne, his back against one arm rest and his long legs crossed and dangling over the other. The Cheshire cat was a trickster and he loved what he did, especially what he had just done. He waited patiently, his smooth, fur tail, that connected to his human body, flickering from side to side, and it didn't take long for a feral shriek to ring through the castle and soon after he could hear that same someone barking orders.
The cat grinned, his feline ears twitched as he heard footsteps stomping towards the throne room and the immense double doors opened and his eyes fell on the Red Queen and her armed men. "Hello your majesty." He said, tilting his head slightly and she grabbed a sword from one of her knights and held it to his neck. He didn't flinch.
"Where is she?" She demanded and he merely blinked. "Don't fuck with me! Where is she?"
He chuckled to himself, he would've continued his game but he knew the Queen's patience were running thin. He tilted his head, acting like he was in deep thought. "She… She… Oh! That she!" He closed his eyes, smiling. "She's safe."
"Safe?" She tried to slice off his head but he disappeared and reappeared behind her. Her guards began to rush towards her but she held up her hand and she stopped. "I'll give you one last chance…" She said slowly and the cat's smile turned into a smirk.
"I took her through the Looking Glass, no one but me and one other person knows where she is. So you can tell your subjects you killed her, like u threatened you would, and you didn't even get blood on your hands. Now you have no heir, the throne is yours… My Queen." He said, kneeling and kissing her hand.
The Queen looked at him and said. "Who's the other that knows?"
The Duchess, Alyssa, paced back and forth in one of the castle's corridors. She couldn't believe he convinced her to come back here. The original plan was to take the girl, hide her, and leave. First two, done. Third? Not so much.
Worry crept into Alyssa's heart, what if they killed him? She didn't want to explain to her husband that they lost another friend to the tyrant Red Queen. She forced the thought of their most cherished tea guest dead but she allowed her thoughts to linger on her husband. She bit her lip, she couldn't think about her husband anymore, or else she's rush home.
"Feeling aroused, Duchess?"
She jumped and spun around to look at the cat. "You scared me-!" She stopped when he brought his finger to his lips. "Can we go now…?" She asked in a hushed voice and he smirked cruelly.
"I will be going. You will be enjoying a nice filthy dungeon cell." He chuckled as the Red Queen's guards blew past him and grabbed the Duchess.
"Traitor!" She screamed, kicking and struggling against the small army but they quickly overwhelmed her. She was carried off and he stayed, still smirking.
"How did I do… my Queen?" He asked as he turned to her, she smiled.
"You did well… but," her smile grew as he frowned. "She labeled you for what you are… a traitor." She pulled out a sword and the cat kneeled before her.
"My life for my Queen…" He bowed his head and closed his eyes. He never got to finish praying for his damned soul before his head fell to the floor.