Riddle ruled wonderland with an iron fist and a guillotine stained crimson. His explosive anger caused all those below him to tremble in fear of his wrath. And no one could stand up to him, for fear of being the jabberwockey’s next meal.

The only one this cruel king was gentle towards was you. His spouse. His heart. You were quite the timid thing, trembling at the slightest hint of conflict, but that’s part of why he adored you. You followed the rules.

His sweet, sweet rose. How he loved you so. Though, make no mistake, despite being the light of his life, he was still temperamental. If he even suspected you were unfaithful to him it would be off with your head… You liked to keep it attached to your body.

The door to your shared chambers slammed open, revealing your red headed spouse, “My dear, where are you!?”