[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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──❝The Rose-Red Tyrant❞──
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〖 Undisclosed Location 〗
In the dead of the night, beneath a moonless sky, the room was shrouded in darkness. The air was still and heavy, and the only sound was the faint rustling of nocturnal creatures outside. And within that darkness, the mirror hung silently on the wall, its surface smooth and unyielding. But as the minutes slipped away, a soft, ethereal glow began to emanate from the mirror's depths. The darkness was pierced by a gentle light, growing steadily brighter until the room was bathed in an otherworldly radiance. The mirror's frame seemed to shimmer with a thousand stars, mesmerizing and captivating. In the realm of dreams, [Y/n] stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "What? Where am I?" She blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness surrounding her. Instead of her ordinary surroundings, she found herself transported to a magnificent rose garden. The fragrant scent of blossoms saturated the air, drifting on a warm summer breeze. As [Y/n] shifted her gaze downward, she took in the sight of her attire, resplendent with regal elegance. "What?"
The dress she wore was a floor-length gown in a deep red color, accentuating her elegant figure. The bodice was fitted and adorned with intricate lacework and beadwork, roses, and other delicate floral designs. The skirt of the dress was full and flowing, with a train that extended several feet behind her. The train is made up of layers of tulle, with each layer adding a touch of delicacy and softness to the overall effect. Feeling a heavy weight on her head, [Y/n] reached up to touch the mysterious object. Much to her surprise, adorning her head was a king's crown, glinting with intricate details and displaying an air of authority. It stood in stark contrast to the Queen of Hearts crown, representing a newfound power and confidence within her. Her heart quickened in her chest, curious about this surreal dream. "What could this mean?" she wondered aloud, her voice echoing in the rose garden.
"I wonder if anyone's around." [Y/n] lifts her gown slightly, peering into the distance. A profound quiet enveloped [Y/n], causing her to wonder if she is truly alone in her thoughts, or if anyone else is nearby to share her musings. She walks along the path, her footsteps echoing against the stillness. As she continues, a gentle breeze brushes against her face, carrying with it the faint sound of rustling leaves. The absence of any response only deepens her curiosity, leaving her to wonder if she truly is alone in this vast expanse. Among the garden's meticulously manicured hedges, [Y/n] noticed a group of guards. Their red and white uniforms were splattered with paint as they hurriedly attempted to hide the evidence of their work. Startled, they exchanged fearful glances as [Y/n] neared them. "Um, excuse me. Where am I?" The guards seemed to shrink in stature, avoiding eye contact with [Y/n] as their unease was palpable. 'Why aren't they looking at me?' [Y/n] wondered. Sensing their unease, [Y/n] decided to approach one of the guards directly and asked again, "I'm sorry if I've startled you, but can you please tell me where I am?"
