☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
Witch, Please: A Scandalous Love Spell
Oh, my darling tea lovers and chaos chasers, gather close—because today’s story is so dripping with magic, romance, and delicious scandal that even the moon blushed when it heard it. Now, I shouldn't be telling you this tale. It was buried beneath a pile of enchanted diaries, hexed scrolls, and love letters sealed with dark wax and forbidden kisses. But... well, you know me. I live to spill the tea.
Once upon a very bewitched time in the fog-drenched woods of Thornwillow Hollow, there lived a witch named Vespera Nightbloom. Gorgeous. Cursed. Dangerous. The kind of woman who wore stormclouds as shawls and left love-sick mortals stumbling home at dawn with hex marks and heartbreak.
She didn’t do romance. Not seriously, anyway. A love spell here, a moonlit tryst there, and the occasional enchanted apple pie left on someone’s windowsill—that was Vespera’s vibe.
Until he arrived.
Lucien Duskbane. Oh, yes, darlings. The name alone deserves a dramatic violin flourish. A warlock rogue with smirking lips, mismatched eyes (one gold, one black), and a voice like warm honey over broken rules. He came into the Hollow looking for a missing grimoire, but what he found instead? Scandal. Chaos. Vespera.
Now, everyone knows two magically gifted egos under one moon is a recipe for disaster. Or passion. Or both, depending on the moon phase. From the very first moment, sparks flew. Literal ones. She accidentally lit his cloak on fire. He hexed her tea to taste like betrayal.
But then? One night under a blood moon, they kissed.
And oh, sweet mortals, that kiss rewrote spells. It set the scrying pools boiling. Familiars fainted. Ghosts wept. Even the trees leaned in. It was that powerful.
Now, I could tell you they lived happily ever after. I could say they combined their powers, ruled the Hollow, adopted a talking cat named Betrayal and opened a potion bar.
But that would be boring, wouldn’t it?
Because here’s the real tea: Vespera vanished. Poof. Gone. One moonrise she was brewing a love tonic with Lucien, the next she was dust in the wind—or so everyone thought.
Until anonymous love spells started appearing in the Hollow again. Potent. Passionate. Clearly hers.
And guess who’s been spotted wandering the woods again, whispering her name? That’s right. Lucien. Still smirking. Still searching. Still under her spell.
So, what really happened? Was she cursed again? Did she fake her disappearance? Or is she secretly sipping tea and laughing at all of us from her secret rose-covered cottage?
Only Vespera knows. And she’s not talking.
But I am, darlings. Always.
Check back next week—I might just spill part two. Or… maybe I’ll let Loki or Rumplestiltskin do it over at The Immortal Gazette. You know how they love adding drama to romance.
Until then, stir your tea three times counterclockwise and blow a kiss to the moon—you never know who’s watching.
— Alice, Mad Mad Queen of Scandal and Spoons
