☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Alice and the Rogue Horseman: A Sip of Chaos
Oh darling, you want me to spill some more tea? Well, buckle up because I’ve got a tale for you that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about the World of 4EverMore. Grab a seat, it's going to get messy.
So, there I was, just minding my own business, sipping my tea (which, by the way, was not enchanted—did you know there’s a difference between regular tea and enchanted tea? I didn’t either, until I accidentally drank some and ended up seeing the future. Worst. Hangover. Ever). Anyway, I’m sitting in my favorite chair in the City of Shadows, contemplating whether I should go for a stroll or stir up some chaos (it’s a tough decision, really), when—bam!—my phone rings.
Now, before you ask, yes, I have a phone. It’s a very special one, capable of receiving calls from places and people who don't technically exist. Anyway, it was a call from none other than Seraphina Nightshade herself. You know, that Seraphina—the one who’s always acting like she’s got it all together. Oh, honey, trust me, she doesn't. Not that she’d ever admit it, of course.
“ALICE!” she practically screamed into the phone. “I need your help. There’s a mess at the Summerland. We need you to—”
“Hold up,” I interrupted, putting a finger to my lips for dramatic effect, “you need me? Well, well, well, this is a first. What’s the issue? Another cursed picnic? Someone drop a potion in the punch again?”
“No, Alice,” she growled, “it’s a bit worse than that. There’s an issue with one of the Horsemen. He's gone rogue, and—”
“Oh, for the love of all that’s dark and twisted,” I muttered under my breath, “you’ve got a runaway Horseman? What is this, a scene out of a bad fantasy novel? I swear, 4EverMore is basically a sitcom at this point.”
"Please, Alice. Just come,” Seraphina pleaded, “we don’t know how to handle this.”
I could already hear the stress in her voice, and that was enough to drag me out of my comfy chair. Sighing dramatically, I rolled my eyes and flipped my cape over my shoulder (because what’s an adventure without a good cape?) and made my way to the Summerland.
Now, when I say "Summerland," I don’t mean some cute little beach resort with sunshine and cocktails. Oh no, darling. The Summerland is eternal summer, which sounds nice at first, but trust me, after a few centuries of constant warmth, you’ll want to throw yourself into an ice bath. Still, I soldiered on, and when I arrived, what do I find? Chaos. I’m talking Horsemen galloping around like they're in the middle of some wild race. And of course, there's Seraphina, standing there, trying (and failing) to look calm, surrounded by a bunch of panicked Witches from Westbrook who are casting spells all over the place to contain the chaos.
And then, right in the center of it all, was him—the rogue Horseman, looking absolutely breathtaking in his black-and-gold armor. And of course, he was making eyes at me.
"Really?" I said, crossing my arms. "You’re the rogue Horseman? Honestly, I thought this would be more dramatic, but instead, I get a guy trying to flirt with me in front of all these witches? What is this, a bad romance novel?"
He grinned. "Maybe, but I thought you’d appreciate the drama."
I appreciated the sarcasm, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. I strode up to him and gave him a once-over, then flicked my hair. “Alright, let’s wrap this up, shall we? I'm not here to play games. You're either going to get back on your horse and follow the rules, or I'm going to personally ensure you end up being the Summerland’s newest permanent resident. And trust me, you don’t want that.”
The rogue Horseman tilted his head, clearly amused. "You think you can handle me?"
"Oh sweetie," I smirked, "I know I can."
A few snickers rippled through the crowd of witches. Seraphina shot me an exasperated look, but honestly, she knew how this was going to play out. I always do love making an entrance.
After a lot of back-and-forth, and a touch of manipulation (because let’s face it, I’m not above a little clever persuasion), we managed to corral the rogue Horseman back into line. He wasn’t too upset, of course; he seemed more disappointed that I didn’t want to join him in some wild, rebellious adventure. But that’s the thing about me—I'm not easily swayed. Not even by the most handsome rogue Horseman in all of 4EverMore.
So, with the rogue returned to his proper place and Seraphina thanking me for my, um, unique approach, I decided it was time to head back to my chair in the City of Shadows. The day’s chaos was over, for now.
And that, my dears, is how I spill the tea. Twisted, sarcastic, and filled with far too much drama for anyone’s good. But honestly, what's a day in 4EverMore without a little extra spice?
Until next time, darlings. Keep your capes on and your teacups full. You never know what will come next.
