AN: Again, another Drabble. I have a lot so they'll be posted easily faster than my other stories. This one I almost didn't post because it might give too much away, but than I decided that this story isn't going to be told in Shattered, so there is no harm in it being told now.

It's Heart's and White's first meeting, though Heart's doesn't remember it and White is too forget fulll of it to care either way. The idea behind it is that White, still Prince of the Waste, went to find the next queen, the person sent to find the queen should always be the same, his grandfatehr did it, and now it's his turn.

I like this couple quite a bit, though I think I'm the first to pair them together, they're interesting I do say. I think White's the type of person who is a little bit too rough around the edges to be a truly good man, that's why he and Heart's are perfect together, they both have a sense of what needs doing and they're going to do it come hell or high water.

So, another one bites the dust. I have plenty in my head that I'm writing out, and some already written. I'm just trying to post them in one go. All mistakes are mine and should be pointed out so it can be fixed. Many thanks to those brave souls who do it.

Reviews are my life, I live for 'em.

Hearts
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Drabble Two
The Rose

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Rose balanced on the school yard fence, she smiled absentmindedly and tried to retain her balance. Suddenly her black shoes, smooth and shiny, slid from the wood and met thin air. There was a moment of shock, and than warm arms caught her.

She tilted her head up and stared into pale rose colored eyes. "Hello," she greeted without thinking.

The man carefully set her down on the ground, his white hair falling around his face like a veil. "Hello," he replied, a knee-jerk reaction.

Rose reached her hand out, "Rose Harte," she introduced, "I'm ten years old."

The man laughed softly, "Ten? Really?" he smiled, "That's a fine age, a very fine age." He hesitated. "Do you like stories?"

"Oh, very much so!" Rose giggled, she loved a good story.

"I have one you just might like, if you've got the time of day." The man said.

Rose turned and looked back at the school house, the teacher had already called the rest of the class in, forgetting Rose. "I have time," she answered.

The man simply sat down in the slightly over grown grass, his long limbs looking completely at ease.

Rose sat in front of him, her hands smoothing her skirt down.

"Have you ever heard of Wonderland?" The man asked.

"No." Rose answered.

The man's smile widened, "Well, I might as well tell you… Rose Harte."

And they talked long past the last bell, and past the cries that dinner was ready.

Rose Harte never went home. Rose Harte would never come home again. Though it didn't mean she died, she simply vanished.

Another missing child in a world of plenty of them, but Rose Harte had a much better time of going missing than many other children did.

Though strangely enough, the man who helped her go missing would be the one whom she loved without a doubt, though she tended to forget him in those early years. But one day she would remember him, she would see his face and love him more so than any other.

He was her Truth.

Though on that sunny school day, talking in the over grown grass, neither knew it. A Rabbit and A Queen.