Wesley the White Rabbit
It was all too perfect really.
The crossbow was wedged into the rafters above her sitting room, trigger rigged to the rope that threaded expertly down the dark curtains, where Wesley sat, grinning stupidly. His fingers itched to tug the rope of his semi-elaborite contraption. He glanced out from behind the curtain, seeing the Queen, hardly suppressing his sense of accomplishment. Straight through the heart, the arrow would fly, right before his very eyes. She was preparing to go out to the garden, as she often did.But today she wouldn't! Tehe!
Wesley paused just as he was about give the rope a sharp tug. The Queen hadn't really done anything wrong. After all, she'd given him a job, even after his father had abandoned. And she wasn't her mother. So...
The White Rabbit groaned and dropped the rope, just as the woman stood and made her way to the garden. Great.
One of these days he'd just kill her and fix all of Wonderlands problems. Get someone else on the throne.
But oh, he would feel so guilty after! All she's done for him after all. And who really cared about the hearts she ate, so long as it wasn't his! Right?
After a bit of struggle, he got the crossbow out of the rafters, coiled the rope, and settled them in the back corner of his work room. He was the Minister of Time, for lack of better title, and had quite a spacious room to do his work.Even though, he nor the Queen, were really sure what his work was, he did it. The only worthwhile thing he did for the Queen herself was keep her appointments, and send off Decks to deliver letters to her.
Mostly it was filled with drawers and drawers of filing cards, marking the coming and goings of every Wonderland inhabitant, every thing anyone did.
It was a wonder in itself how dear Wesley came upon all this information, but the fact that he had it made him a very valued in formant... well, depending if he was on ones side or not.
The walls of the room were completely covered in cuckoo clocks, and other timepieces. Except for the mailbox wall, which, of course, for mail. Speaking of which-
Wesley hopped over to the mail wall, picking up three new letters. One was addressed to the Queen. He didn't touch it, except to shove it down the mail slot, that would take it to one of the Queens deck, who would then deliver it.
The other was junk, and one was ... to him?
How exciting!
He tore into it- with as much 'tearing' as one could do, after finding a letter opener and carefully extracting the letter- and blinked, adjusting his circular glasses.
A party? With the Hatter and Marsha?
Oh goody!
But- there was no time! When was he to arrive?
Wesley frowned in thought.That was just like that Mad bunch, to not put an arrival time. Well. He would carry about his own business and arrive at noon for cake and tea. And he would certainly not bring his own cake!
Meanwhile though, Welsey had another to check up on.
He supposed it wasn't exactly a healthy infatuation, especially when he was crossing lands so often, but, well, Wesley had to go see her.
He put on his favorite red waist coat, shoved his pocket watch into its pocket and hurried out of the Queens Castle, as fast as he could to the rabbit hole. Quiet fittingly named, as he was the only one who traversed it.
Later, Wesley, in rabbit form of course, (not thinking it odd that his rabbit self was wearing a coat tailed jacket), peered at Alyce Liddell, watching her in childlike amazement. She was more beautiful then her mother, and more interesting as well!