Penguin: Woo! Capítulo tres, everybody! (BTW, that means chapter three for all you lesser, non-Spanish-speaking mortals.) I am sooo happy with this story (and the feedback)!

So, here is the chapter, my lovely readers!

She's just a woman. She's just a woman. There's no way she would behead me. No way at all.

I kept repeating this in my head as I walked through a large rose maze (one a lot bigger than my house's) with Her Majesty (I don't know her name, yet).

By the end of this tea, my head will still be on my shoulders.

"Alice?"

I looked over to the queen to see her, already sitting in a regal chair at the head of the tea table, looking quizzically at me. I blushed a bit and sat meekly in the chair to her left. She smiled kindly at me.

"So, Alice," she began after taking a dainty sip of tea. "Would you happen to have a place of residence here in Wonderland?" I was about to shake my head when Peter interrupted. I vaguely wondered when he got there as he said,

"Of course she does; she's staying here at the castle with me! Right, Alice?"

I was about to shake my head, again, when Her Majesty (I still don't know her name, dammit!) looked coldly at Peter and said, in the frostiest ice-bitch voice you can imagine: "We do not remember asking you, White." She turned to me and smiled warmly where there had been an annoyed line before. "So, Alice..."

I grabbed my notepad, not willing to try shaking my head as the deities so obviously wanted me not to, and wrote No, Your Majesty, I do not.

Normally, I would have just written a simple Nope, but Her Majesty seemed too regal for such an incorrigible answer.

Ooh, look who's using big words!

Shut up, Brandi.

Anyway, I had handed Her Majesty the notebook and fidgeted nervously as she quickly read over it.

To my surprise, she smiled a bit. "Please call Us Vivaldi, Alice; Your Majesty is a bit too formal for Us at times." I nodded and blushed a little more. However, it was then that I noticed a very sad pile of rabbit to my right. Well, not really pile; he was more of a man-shaped sack of sad.

A man-shaped sad-sack: it sounds even weirder the second time.

Anyway, Peter was looking at me with a forlorn expression. "You mean you're not staying here at the castle with me!" he demanded sadly, his ears drooping.

Aw, cute, little usagi-san is sad! We should make him happier, guys!

I agree with Carol, surprisingly, Brandi said, fidgeting at Peter's cuteness as she sipped some Earl Grey.

Sadly, the schizophrenia-induced voices in my head and I all had a weakness for cute, fluffy things. Ugh.

Anyway, I shook my head at Peter; he beamed. "So you'll stay here at the castle!"

I looked apprehensively over at Vivaldi. She nodded, a slight smile curving over her lip; I beamed. Peter did as well. He also glomped me. Very vigorously. It almost hurt. I'm going to stop with these short and choppy sentences. They annoy me.

After my little rant, as reality gave me a sharp bitch-slap, I remembered that Peter had tackle-glomped me to the ground and that I was lacking the air in my lungs that was usually needed by them.

I wiggled beneath him- you know what, that sounds so wrong, doesn't it? Ah, whatever.

Anyway, I wiggled beneath him (still very wrong-sounding) and blinked desperately at his face, which was a very uncomfortable two inches from mine. He just nuzzled my cheek obliviously. How you can nuzzle someone's cheek obliviously: I don't know, but Peter does. Although, I know how to blink desperately, so we're even.

Anyway, I was getting tired from lack of sleep and effort to get Peter off of me and yawned.

Vivaldi took that as her cue to clear her throat lightly into her fist. Peter looked over to her and she said,

"White, We believe that dear Alice may be tired. Show her to her temporary room."

I gave her a confused look at the 'temporary', and she explained that some maids would have a permanent room for me soon. Cool.

Anyway, Peter grabbed my hand (To which I most certainly did not blush; what gave you that idea? Heh...) and began dragging me through the maze, blabbering about how his Alice was staying at the castle with him, so she must love him. I'm not sure if he was talking to himself or me. Or maybe it was that rose bush in the corner over there. It looks suspicious...

A rose bush can't look suspicious, moron.

Enter mean Brandi comment.

Aw, look at Peta-chan~! He's so cute~!

And there's Carol.

Well, I'm just trying to entertain myself. Peter rambling about our 'everlasting, pure love' isn't exactly exciting.

And my explanation of something crazy I did. An explanation to myself, too. Ugh, I really am crazy, huh?

...

Don't answer that.

Anyway, 'Peta-chan' drug me along through the castle (Which was gorgeous, by the way; a bit gaudy, but the stylishness was definitely there.). We were going through a huge hallway when a call of "Hi, Sir Peter~!" echoed from behind us. Peter immediately whipped around with a scowl, turning me around and pushing me behind him all at once. What a good little ninja-bunny he is.

Anyway, I peeked around Peter's arm and saw a brunette guy with a big sword. He was also very attractive.

Damn...

Yeah...

Sword-guy has pretty eyes!

Carol was right. They were red, but not red like Peter's, whose were a vibrant ruby color; this guy's eyes were blood red. It was creepy and hot at the same time.

Apparently, Peter and New Guy had been... arguing, for lack of a better word, while I drooled mentally at the smexy dude down the hall. Well, it was more like New Guy annoying the shit out of Peter by being a totally oblivious idiot, but that just doesn't have the same flow.

Anyway, Peter was reaching for his pocket watch-clock-thing when I grabbed his arm. He looked back at me with a confused expression. One of his ears tilted to the side, too.

I looked to pointedly to New Guy, then at Peter, then shook my head. He looked even more confused for a moment, his ears tilting just that much more (So. Cute.-Brandi), before his eyes widened in understanding. His face got an annoyed expression as he turned back to New Guy.

"You're luck my Alice wants you spared, knight." He hmphed and pushed me the rest of the way through the hall. I glanced back at the so-called knight as Peter rounded the corner, cursing softly under his breath and glaring at a wall. I just ignored him and yawned into my hand; I was really sleep all of a sudden.

I yawned again and blinked slowly. Peter noticed this yawn and smiled softly at me before picking me up bridal style. I was too tired to care and snuggled into his chest, yawning again.

"Go to sleep, my love." Peter cooed softly in my ear as he continued walking down the hall, slightly slower so as not to jostle me.

I found myself complying as my lids drooped and I drifted off to sleep.

Penguin: Have yo ever noticed how everything online gets a lot more interesting when you have to type your long-overdue chapter? Yeah, well, sorry 'bout not updating in a while; I wasn't busy, just lazy.

Anywho, snaps to DazingDreamer and Tailsdoll123 for reviewing last chapter; digital cookies shall be arriving through your screen along with a digital Nightmare plushie. Warning: said plushie may have eaten the cookies, so...

Okay, well, I love all of you readers very much, and I thank you from the bottom of my clock for reading this story.

Lots of love,

Penguin~