Hatter.
Tulgy Wood was one of the last places I ever fancied going to, but if there was one thing I could say had a shot of doing that rabbit headed freak in, it was a Jabberwock. I knew I'd have to lure the smelly beast to that thing (two unpleasant creatures in one convenient encounter – wonderful) myself, and I also knew I did not want it near Alice. I briefly explained my plan, telling her that we were going to lead the posse into a trap. Which is when the disgusting beast roared, and she jumped, grabbing my right arm.
It would have to be my bloody right arm again!
The emotions surging through me almost brought me to my knees; fear, again, mild curiosity, a tinge of worry, and one other I couldn't quite name. The first time hadn't been such a shock; for one, I offered my hand to her so I was (kind of) expecting it; two, then, fear was the only emotion getting through. But either way, it was so intense, I wondered how Oysters didn't crack under the pressure of all of it. She let go of my arm, and returned to being stubborn, till the Jabberwock screamed again, this time grabbing my left arm. It wasn't as powerful with that one, but the emotions were still enough to momentarily make me woozy.
If this was what bad emotions felt like, I had to wonder, what would it be like to touch her when she was happy?
Jack.
I very rarely have felt jealous in my life. Being a Prince, I never had a reason to; there was very little I wanted that I didn't have, and even more rare was when someone else had it. Of course, while courting Alice in her world there were times when I felt a small twinge of it, watching her with a student in her class as he grapple with her and entwined their bodies in such a way that should be left to the bedroom, or when we were at lunch, and a waiter was overly friendly. But I had never felt it as strongly as I did the moment I walked into that former throne room, and saw her about to kiss that slimy Tea Shop owner. He muttered something about her luck changing, and I acted before I thought.
"It certainly is," I said, perhaps a bit louder and edgier than I intended to. They jumped away from each other, "Hello Alice. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Alice looked appropriately guilty, if only for a moment, before I could feel slight anger wafting off of her. The Shop owner just stood and glared at me; as if he truly frightened me. He picked up a stick and came towards me, but shortly thereafter he dropped it, clearly defeated as he realized that Alice would choose me over him. She would always choose me over him.
Now who was the jealous one, Mr Hatter?