[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝Welcome To The Villain's World❞──
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"O, though who were guided by the dark mirror. Let thy heart's desire reflected in the mirror take thee by the hand. In me. In them. In you. We all have very little time left."
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"Our cherished one, your heart of gold shines brighter than the sun, illuminating the path we walk together. Your enchanting smile warms my soul, and the depth of your kind eyes sends shivers down my spine Your love, like a gentle breeze, touches my very being, filling me with a warmth that transcends time and space. I am forever grateful for the boundless love you share with me, my dearest, and I am honored to call you mine."
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〖 MIRROR CHAMBER 〗
As [Y/n] slowly regains consciousness, she becomes aware of her surroundings. The air was still, carrying a faint scent of nostalgia. The walls encompass her, seemingly endless and yet close enough to touch. Her eyes strained against the blackness, adjusting to the absence of light. It's dark, confining, and eerily silent except for the faint murmurs that reach her ears. The weight of claustrophobia settles heavily on her chest, but it does little to disrupt her serenity. The air felt oppressive and thick, as if it was clinging to her skin and refusing to release its grip. A sense of staleness permeates the air as if it's been trapped here for far too long, leaving behind a lingering heaviness that seems to cling to every surface. It's as if the very air itself was resisting her presence, as if it knew that she didn't belong there. 'How did I get here? Where am I?' she wonders.
As [Y/n] struggles to make sense of the fragments of her fractured memories, her mind races like a wild stallion, galloping through a vast, open plain in search of a wayward herd. An intense agony that pierces through [Y/n]'s skull feels like a blinding, white-hot knife slicing through her brain, causing her to flinch and grip her temple with a white-knuckled grip. Her mind, in a flash, conjures a vivid image of a carriage. The carriage that was meant to transport her to the Night Raven College. "Oh, now I remember. The carriage," she whispered softly to herself, her words scarcely audible. As [Y/n]'s memories resurface, As she reflects on the events that led her here, the memories of her castle's courtyard flood back vividly. [Y/n] envisions herself standing amidst the grandeur of her ancestral castle ground, surrounded by an oasis of vibrant flowers. Their petals sway gently in the breeze, painting a kaleidoscope of colors against a backdrop of lush greenery.
