The Red Queen stood over the body of the White queen's heroine.

The girl was dying, and the Red Queen took pleasure in that. Her Jabberwocky had won, and that was all that mattered.

"ALICE! NO! NO! PLEASE!" Tarrant burst into sobs. The love of his life was dead.

"You sniveling vermin. Shut up! I shall have you thrown in the dungeons if you keep carrying on that way. You shall pledge your allegiance to me at once."

Tarrant, in all his grief and devastation, rose from the ground. He turned to face the Red Queen. Everyone was watching, waiting to see what he was going to do. His love for Alice had not been apparent to everyone, but it had still been noticeable.

"Bloody Red Queen, draw your sword. You have devastated Underland far more than anyone thought imaginable. You are to be punished for your crimes against the People of this land. Get ready Queen," Tarrant spat.

"Guards! Arrest this man for treason against the crown!" There was not a single guard that moved. The Red Queen hadn't expected that.

"Queen," the Hatter said again, "Draw. Your. Sword."

Tarrant waited at the ready, sword drawn in toward his side, covered in the blood of his beloved. The Red Queen did not want to admit that she had been beaten, even though her Jabberwocky had won. She did not draw her sword.

In a quick, rapid thrust, Tarrant pierced the Red Queen's side, forcing her to the ground. He raised his sword high into the air.

"Off with your head."