Rosie ran her fingetips through her long, black hair. Her eyelids shut as she hummed a soft lullabye to herself. A sly smile appeared across her face as she laughed quietly and opened her eyes, looking at the view. Many trees lined the garden but the flowers took over the most. A small, delicate pond sat next to Rosie. Many colorful fish swam, making the water lap. A soft breeze filled the air as a few rose petals flew past her pigtails. White and icy petals. She skipped along the same familiar stone path that lead her through the rose bushes with the sweet scent of tea. Rosie twirled in thought. Her delicate features made her look like a child, though she certainly wasn't. She tightened her grip on the stuffed rabbit she held. A button as an eye hung down, and many tattered edges remained along the wide ears. She reached her destination. The rose bushes swallowed her in a circle with only one entry open. Many white roses filled the area as she sat down into a small antique chair. The white table cloth brushed her ankles as her eyes met the White Queen. A silver dress that fit her well, a twisted crown and light hair that ran to her shoulders. The same dark eyes that stared into her. Rosie looked away quickly, gripping the chair. It was the queen that she was always intimidated by. Her soft lullabye came to a stop.
"Rosie." The Queen spoke, with a soft but strict tone. "I need you to listen." Rosie's answer was a slight turn of the head. Her wide eyes met the rabbit. "Listen." She spoke, again. Her gaze met the queen. She felt as though she was being punished. The Queen sighed. "A very lovely job you have done. Painting my roses, I mean. So pure and white, this is why I like you." She took a small sip of tea. "But I have another task for you sweetheart." The Queen had Rosie's attention now. Her eyebrows narrowed as she scooted closer to the queen.
"Your majesty..." Rosie trailed off. "I like it here though-"
"This is serious." The White Queen whispered. Rosie twisted in her chair feeling lonely. The Queen moved in. "Well, I've had a disturbance in Wonderland. That little, Alice is causing much trouble. We don't like that, now do we?" Rosie gave a small nod as The Queen patted her hair lightly. She knew where this was going. The Queen sighed. "Oh Rosie," The Queen stood and turned towards the soft roses. "I need you to become my little assasin again. Lure her in. Bring her to me with your innocence and charm. Trick Alice to becoming your friend. A challenging task, but I will offer something." Rosie's eyes widened.
"What are you offering..." She murmured.
"Your freedom, my little Rose." The Queen walked away from the table along with two guards trailing behind her feet. Freedom? That's all Rosie ever wanted. Of course she would do it. Her fingers wrapped around the rabbit as fuzz fell out.
"Watch out Alice."