Mirana's POV

The fake smile on my darkened lips. The illusion of a happy person who dances rather than walks. I was sat on my throne again, my back straight, as I stared off into space, ignoring everyone that was in the room. Where were they? Nivens had been sent to the Other World to bring Alice here, as well as the rest of the Cullens, they wouldn't leave a member of the family. My hands clench into fists at that: I was never a part of their family. I, The White Queen of Underland, had been fooled once again. However, this time didn't hurt as much as the last, when my own older sister stole the crown from me.

Iracebeth had banished me to Marmoreal when I first went above. I was angry and frustrated which was proof that everything was not okay as I never show my full emotions to anyone, except maybe a few people. I had made a potion that changed my appearance to that of my mother's; a heart shaped face with pale skin, a few shades darker than me actual tone, wide brown eyes that were actually my own and long straight chestnut brown hair. I had taken the name of my Grandma Isabella as a symbol of her reign as Queen – She was my main inspiration. One day I want to be just like Grandma Bella, a good queen until the end of my life, one that everyone looked up to and was happy that was on the throne.

My first few visits were short and brief but whilst I was in America – Seattle to be more precise – I had heard a group of teenagers talking about the Cullen family. My ears had pricked as I heard this, Absolem had hinted towards that name for a long time and when I heard the name Alice I knew that she was THE Alice, the slayer of the Jabberwocky, the White Queen's champion, MY champion. She would be the one to save Underland.

I moved in with Charlie, an old friend of my Father's and got close to the Cullens. Edward was attracted to me but he wasn't attracted to me. He was attracted to my Mother's subtle beauty and my awkward shyness that came from being in a world I don't understand. He wouldn't love me now, and for that I was slightly grateful, as I was the Queen, I made my own decisions and those decisions affected my kingdom. I do love him in a way but I could never marry an Other Lander, an Underlander needed to be the King and I knew just who that Underlander was...

Tarrant Hightopp

I gulped and blinked my eyes quickly, banishing the tears like Racey had banished me. I hadn't seen Tarrant since Horunvendush day when his Clan was killed and my crown was lost. Ever since we were children, when he was the Hatter's son and I was the Princess, we had been close. As close as two friends could be. He was only two years older than me and eventually we fell in love. The day my parents died, together and holding hands, they smiled at me and told me to marry him. I was shocked, the people of Underland wouldn't want the future Queen to marry a Hatter would they? But they had all surprised me with their happiness at Tarrant being the future king. When I heard their reaction I was so overjoyed that I could have futterwackened. I saved that for Tarrant though.

After Tarrant had gotten me away to safety I gave all my friends tasks. Nivens would bring Alice to Underland whilst the Tweedles and the Dodo bird were to take Alice to the March Hare's windmill. Chessur was to overlook them, keeping invisible and making sure they were safe. Tarrant, Thackery and Mally were then to bring Alice to me, with the Vorpal Sword. Tarrant wasn't happy, he wanted to be close to me, make sure anyone else he loved wasn't killed but I turned myself numb, into the pretty little Queen persona I used when I wanted to forget everything. The last time I had been like this was when Mummy and Daddy died. He left eventually, Mally on his top hat and Thackery twitching next to him with flaming red eyes. He hadn't even left before I started to sob. It took six guards to get him out of my – our – castle so he couldn't comfort me. But I wanted it – Oh! I wanted his arms around me and his soothing Outlandish word being whispered in my ear.

Later that night I stood on my balcony. Alone. My hands were below my shoulders, no longer needing to pretend to be happy, to make everyone believe that I was fine when we all knew that I wasn't. I looked into the distance and pretended that I could see Tarrant walking up the path to the castle. Mally sat on his hat, her hat pin in paw and Thackery jumping and throwing teacups and scones at the poor defenceless trees – I really must speak with the trees tomorrow. Alice would be at Tarrant's side, listening intently to whatever he was saying, Jasper standing close to her, holding her hand and talking with Emmett and Rosalie. Carlisle, Esme and Edward would bring up the rear with Nivens and the Tweedles next to them, Carlisle being fascinated by the talking animals and ignoring the laughter as Chess tries to steal Tarrant's hat. Again. I giggle and shake my head and my illusion suddenly disappears. I sigh unhappily, a pout on my dark lips before I remember that Queen's don't pout. 'It really is unattractive Mira' Mummy used to say. I smile as I remember my Mother. I miss her and my Daddy. And my friends. And my Tarrant.

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And should the Cullens stay after the Frabjous Day? I have an idea but I'm not sure yet... If I do go through with my idea then I will definitely write a sequel!