Ok, so this chapter is a little rushed through, especially the ending. I might retype it later if I can be bothered, but other than that, I like the way this came out, hope you do too!

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As soon as the sword pierced his skin, I knew I had killed the wrong man. I stared in horror as Tarrant looked down at the hilt which my hand was firmly wrapped around, then locked his eyes with mine. Tears began to fall instantly. I couldn't remember him, but he had said we made love. If he was lying, then what would explain the small bump on my stomach?

"We made love?"

My hand went to my stomach and I smiled as I realised there was another life growing inside of me.

I felt a fluffy of images fill my mind and realised they were my memories. Year by year they returned and I understood the mistakes I had made.

I felt Stayne jerk my arm and shout at me.

"Alice!"

More memories of my first visit to Wonderland. I had got everything all wrong. I turned sharply and shoved his hand away.

"Get off me! I've been such a fool! So naïve! You're a bastard and I hate you!"

I swung my sword at him, finding the shouting and anger a good way to vent the pain that was in my head. The memories returning were causing a raw ache, like a nail being hammered into my head, but as I was bombarded with the final memories, the pain was hardly noticeable. Fall I felt was anger.

"Alice! Stop this!" I could detect the waning in his confidence as he realised I was not longer his puppet.

"Oh, give it up Stayne. I remember them. I remember everything. And now I'm going to make you suffer, just like I am!"

I sliced my sword through the air and began to fight with the black haired monster. I fought my hardest. I was going to make him pay for what he did to me, and I could beat him, I had beaten him before. Only then, I wasn't dehydrated, crying and as tired as I was now, but I soldiered on.

I lost my footing and turned my back on Stayne. I knew it was a mistake. When I turned to face him, he cut through the air with his sword too fast for me to respond to and all I could do was shut my eyes as the sharp metal drew closer to my face.

I heard the clash of metal on metal and hesitantly opened my eyes. A man was fighting with Stayne. He looked at me for a second and shouted for me to go to Tarrant. He would take care of Stayne.

I smiled gratefully at the man, but it was a waste because he was already deep in combat.

I ran to Tarrant and the tears built up again as I knelt down beside him.

"Tarrant…Tarrant, you're going to be ok, you hear me. Stay with me."

"A…Alice." He uttered. I could tell it was a strain for him to speak.

He tried to move his hand, but I pushed it down and held it in my own.

"I'm so sorry. This is my fault…I should have been stronger… b- but you can't go, I need you. We were going to get married, and be happy."

I didn't want to tell him about the baby. He might think he had burdened me and I didn't want him to think like that.

"It's not your fault. And I- I'll always be with you. In…here."

It seemed to take him all his strength to push our conjoined hands to my heart. I knew what it was like to only have someone alive because you kept them in your heart. My father lived in my heart, but I didn't see how I could do that with the man I was in love with.

"That's what they all say! But I can't loose another man I love. Not again!"

"Take care of yourself." He murmured and went limp in my arms.

"No…no! Tarrant!"

I shook him, but he didn't respond.

"Please! No!"

I held his body tight and cried into his neck, not bothered that I was getting covered in his blood.

"I love you." I whispered.

"Alice…Alice, you have to let him go." Mirana said to me.

No. I would never let him go. He couldn't leave me now.

"Alice, really, move away from his body." She said a little more urgently.

I looked up at her angrily. Her eyes spilled tears of their own.

"If his heart is still beating, we might be able to save him."

She held up a vial.

"The elixir of life." She whispered.

I moved away from his body quickly, but carefully as to make sure I didn't jolt it.

"A drop on his wound and a drop in his mouth. It should be enough."

"So he'll be ok." I asked hopefully.

Mirana grimaced and my hope fell to ground level again.

She poured a drop into the bloody mess on his stomach. Nothing happened. My stomach dropped. Were we too late?

She prised his mouth open gently, poured a drop onto his tongue and closed his jaw.

I stared at his face, waiting for a twitch or a flutter of eyelashes, but he lay unmoving.

"Here, I think this belongs to you."

The man who had saved me from death held out his hand to me. On his palm was a ring. My breath got caught in my throat as I looked at my engagement ring. Its beautiful stones had turned black and were dull and lifeless. Tears filled my eyes again as I understood why. The jewels were Tarrant. When I was given the ring, they were magnificent emerald, just like his eyes. Now he was… I couldn't bring myself to say the word, but now, they were lifeless.

I took it and slid it onto my finger. I looked at my lover's body and a last tear escaped from my eye.

"There's still hope, my dear." Chessur materialized beside me.

"Hey Chess." I whispered.

"Come, we should take him back to the castle. He will rest easier there."

When I looked doubtfully at him, he smiled lazily.

"He's been through worse. He'll pull through, just you wait."

I scoffed.

"Like what? I just ran him through with a sword…oh, god! I killed him."

The fact that I had killed him hadn't registered with me before this moment. I felt like running myself through, but I knew I couldn't do that. I couldn't end another life again and that meant I had to keep myself alive for my growing child.

I had never though of myself as a mother and I had always thought the idea of me become one silly, but now I was going to become one, all those feelings melted away and I was left with adoration for my baby.

"You didn't kill him; Stayne killed him, through you. And now, he is dead too. A well deserved fate."

I turned around and saw Stayne's decapitated body lying in a heap on the floor. His followers had scattered now they knew what the White Queen was capable of doing.

"Come, my dear, we must return. Tarrant will have more chance there than out here." Mirana hugged me. "It's going to be alright. The three of you will be a family soon." She whispered.

I gasped softly.

"How do you know? I've told no-one."

She chuckled.

"You have a glow about you, not to mention how you were moving today. Always protecting your stomach. You'll be a wonderful mother. And he a wonderful father."

"That's if we make it back in time." I said glumly.

"We will, sweetheart. I promise you that."

I sighed and stared out the window. It had been four months since we had arrived back at the castle in Marmoreal. My stomach had grown slowly over the past few moths to a size that could not be hidden by dresses or robes.

I had stayed within the grounds of the castle and no one but the queen and her immediate staff knew of my pregnancy. Chessur had found out as I was getting changed one night and he dropped in to 'have a chat'. He had been surprised to say the least, but had surprisingly kept his word that the secret would never leave his lips. Since then, he had taken to my bump fondly and talked to her every night as I rested by back in bed. I was convinced the baby was a girl and wouldn't listen to anyone who said it might be a boy.

I was upset that Tarrant was not the one reading bedtime stories to his baby, but I was getting over the trauma and decide to focus on the happier things in my life. The autumn trees were beginning to loose their leaves and I enjoyed taking strolls through the crunchy leaves with Chessur by my side.

I at the garden outside smiled and grabbed by long coat. I fixed my beret on my head and walked out of the door.

"Alice!" I heard my name echo from down the corridor.

"Mirana?" I questioned as the queen came jogging up the steps. She was grinning from ear to ear and her eyes were alight with happiness. "What is it?"

"It's time." She said gleefully. "I knew there was still hope."

I stared at her blankly, unbelieving. But as I looked into her eyes, they glimmered with a light that I hadn't seen since before I was taken. My legs moved before my brain told them to and I was running as fast as I could down the staircase.

"Alice, careful! If you trip you might hurt the baby."

I didn't want to slow down, but I knew she was right. She caught up with me at the bottom of the stairs and we hurried through the corridors together.

She pushed open the large marble doors and I rushed through them to the place I had sat for hours on end, praying and wishing.

I held my stomach as I breathed deeply, out of breath from the running. I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my hands on the sides of his face.

"Wake up, for me." I sighed. "For us."

I took his hand and pressed it against my swollen stomach. It was then that I felt to oddest sensation inside of me. A tiny pressure pushed against me from inside on the exact spot his hand was and I laughed in shock.

"What is it?" Mirana asked.

"She wants her daddy to wake up. She just kicked."

"Oh! How wonderful!" Mirana squealed delicately.

Another kick.

"Come on darling. Come back to us. Follow my voice. Wake up."

His finger twitched on my stomach and I saw his eyes move behind his lids.

"Come on, you can do it! I need you to wake up. Wake up!"

He stirred.

"Alice?"

I grinned and laughed his name.

"Tarrant!"

He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. After I was sure he was alive, I swooped down and attacked his lips with mine. The kiss was passionate and I felt it all the way to my toes. Our lips ferociously fought with each other as we put eight months worth of pent up desire into a single kiss.

I pulled away and touched my nose to his and shut my eyes. I panted and whispered his name so many times.

"You're really awake." I said.

"Yes."

"Thank god. I love you so much. I thought…I thought for the worst…I almost lost hope. I'm so sorry."

He pushed us up into a sitting position. Our eyes never left each others.

"Don't hurt yourself." I said quickly.

His eyes were confused.

"I feel fine. Why shouldn't I?"

I didn't answer, and I had to bite my lip to stop me from crying.

"Wait, how long has it been?"

I couldn't bring myself to answer him, so I simply stood up and get my coat drop off of me.

He gasped and his eyes went wide. They changed from green to orange to gold to blue to black to red, and then finally back to green.

"Is it…mine?" he didn't look at me, only my stomach.

I felt slightly angered at his question.

"Of course she's yours! What, you think I'd sleep with someone else. How typical of a man to think. I mean, the first thing you say when you find out your fiancé is pregnant is "is it mine" I should-"

"Alice! Calm down!" Mirana semi-shouted. "It's not her fault, it's the hormones." She said to Tarrant.

I wanted to respond to that, but I bit my tongue in case I said something I would regret.

It was silent for a minute. Tarrant's eyes slowly trailed up my body until they locked onto my eyes. They were a vibrant emerald. He was happy.

He smiled and cautiously pressed his hand to my stomach again.

"She?"

Mirana laughed.

"Alice is convinced it's a little girl."

"She is a girl. I can feel it." I defended.

"Well I don't care if she'd a boy or a girl, because she's mine. And I'm going to be a father."

His smile got even wider. He jumped up and hugged my shoulders tightly, while carefully not touch my stomach much.

We laughed and cried with happiness together as we embraced for the first time in months and our daughter kicked impatiently.

"Someone's happy their daddy is awake." I cooed.

"When is she due?"

"Five weeks." I said lovingly.

"Well then, miss Kingsley; I'm going to have a very busy five weeks then aren't I?"

"Why."

"Well, she'll need clothes to be made and her room will have to be set up, not to mention the drapes that will need making, the toys and your wedding dress."

I gasped.

"Wedding dress? Don't you think we should wait until after she's been born? We will have a lot going on this next month without the hassle of a wedding."

He leaned in so our lips brushed and our breath heated each other face.

"Do you know how long I've waited to be married to you?"

"I don't know, Tarrant. How long have you been waiting to marry me?"

"Too long." He said and closed the gap between our lips.

The end… just kidding, the sequel is now up! It's called A is for Alice and is going to be very dramatic and sweet 3

Anyway, did you really think I could kill Tarrant off? Nah, I love him and Alice too much to do that.

So, how was the ending? Sorry this chapter was a bit rushed, but I wanted to finish the story soon because I've been doing it for months.

Anyway, leave your comments (they're all appreciated) and I'll update soon if anyone wants it. 3

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