Chapter Twelve

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The Queen of Heart's Castle,

Alice's POV

"Good day, Miss Alice."
"Good day, sir. I would like to see..."
"Him, right? Well, come in."
I nodded to the guard and pulled Alistar in, a dumbfound expression on his face.
"What?"I asked.
"You are always welcomed here?"
"Yes, of course. Always."
"Who is Mr Peterson?"
"What?"
I was shocked by his question.
"Mr Peterson, my dad. I am Alistar Peterson, you are Mrs Peterson! Am I right?"
I swallowed hard.
What should I say?
"Alistar... I... We changed your surename to let you suit into he environment."
"Changed?"
"Yes... your name will be too significant. Everyone will know who you are once they hear your name."
"What name?"
"Alice!" someone called.

Alistar's POV

We looked up, a tall man stood in front of us. He was dressed in red from top to bottom.
"Your Highness," gasped my mother and she crustied. I bowed.
"No need that, Alice. You are always welcomed here! Your son?" the noble man asked, must be the king.
"Yes, Antony. Alistar, meet King Antony, King of Hearts the Fourth."
"Nice to meet you, sir," I murmured.
The king smiled and turned back to my mother.
"He's in there with Florence, discussing about... plans. The Sprimg Ball, to be exact. Wonder why?"
"Thank you, good day, Antony!"
Mum opened a pair of doors in front of us and we went in.
It was a vast hall. And two people were discussing something by the thrones.
"But you see, the flowers should be there, and the curtains... Alice!"
The two turned to look at us, one I suspect to be the Queen of Hearts, by the heart shaped birthmark on her face.
The other... had wild orange hair, and a suit of green. He was holding something in his hands.
"You're back," I heard him say.
"I am..." my mother whispered and they rushed into each other's arms.
That's when I saw what the thing in his hands was, a hat.
I gasped and stared at him.
"Alistar," my mum began. "Your father. Matt... your son."
"You're... you're..." I stuttered. "You're the... The Mad Hatter!"
"The Mad Hatter, yes," said my father and he solemnly put his hat on.
At that, mum's face started to go uneasy.
"Mum! How could you marry a madman!" I yelled.

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