Willow sat in the white queen's throne with a sense of triumph and loneliness. She didn't know what exactly to do with herself anymore. Her knights were out of control and the only way she has ever dealt with anything, was to chop off heads. She sighed to herself listening to the sound her breathing bouncing off the empty castle walls. She use to come to the castle so she could bask in the glory of her victory, but now she is only there because she needs some self reassurance. Willow mentally shook herself and stood up pacing the floor. "Rule with an iron fist. That was the only way." She said to herself. She took a deep breathe, taking in the musk of the abandon castle. She didn't come there to sulk, she was there to think about what was left to do. There has been something bothering her for a while, but she hasn't able to figure it out just yet. Finally getting back on track she was only to be interrupted by a pair of footsteps. "Who dares interrupt me?" She snaps. Looking over her shoulder she saw a familiar face. Not believing her own eyes she turned all the way around to face her disbelief. Holding her head high with a sinister smile she says "Welcome back to wonderland?"