Alice is was not like any other princess. She wasn't classy, she wasn't polite, except around her mother, and all she cared about was trying not to wake her mother when she screamed at night because of her nightmares. She always said, everything happens for a reason, but when you have to tell yourself that over and over... Doesn't it just sound like an excuse? Of course, meeting the Prince Harold only added to the complication and perfection that was her life, but what if it was all wrong? What if the fairy tale wasn't true?