Disclaimer: I do not own Alice.
A/N: This started out in a very different way...but I am happy with it.
Desperation
There is no happy ending. I remind myself as I watch the rain. His hands touch my arm, pulling me away. I flash my lover a smile and allow myself to be lead into the bed. I lie upon clean cotton sheets for hours. Our voices touch and I forget myself. The rain plays and reminds me that there is no happy ending.
My lover leaves me, dressing and stepping through the door. I wait thirty minutes until I follow his example. My umbrella shields me against the storm that is coming. I touch the glass carefully. It's hard now. Smooth, my reflection lies to me. It's been three hours here. I wait in front of the mirror. How long has it been for him? She was here three days in one hour. Three times three equals nine. Nine days.
I scream. I don't know what has gotten into me. The sound of my desperation echoes and I slam my fist against the glass. My hand is red, but the glass is unmarked. Turning away I tell myself that enough is enough. You don't want him to find you waiting.
Blonde falls across my face, I touch my body carefully and move out of the room. Guards salute me while hiding smirks. I am nothing to the people of Wonderland. Merely the toy for his highness.
He comes for me two days later. His body slams against my own and our hands claw at each other. The gentleness he had for me earlier is forgotten. I know then that she has rejected him, again. His mouth brings water to my eyes. The pain of his teeth marking my skin.
Later we sit at dinner.
"How was she?" I ask carefully and painfully. We are alone.
"Back with Hatter." He bites into his food. Not looking at me.
"And Jacqueline?" I bring up a subject that should be happier. He rewards me with a smile.
"Beautiful. Soon she will be home." I force a smile and brush my hair back.
"Marvelous! I am looking forward to educating the young princess!" Immediately I know my words are wrong. He pulls my wrist and brings my face towards his own.
"You have nothing to teach her, Duchess." He spits my name. I look down.
"My King." I bow my head as he leaves me with the cold leftovers. The doors slam and I curse the fact that even ten years after she has come and left him, I am stuck weeping alone. With her cold leftovers. The clouds open and the rain reminds me that there are no happy endings, at least never for me.