☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Alice Spills the Tea: The Sins of the Feathered Queen
Oh, darlings, do I have a tale for you today. Buckle up because this one’s a whirlwind of feathers, fury, and a bit of madness—just how I like it. You see, not every queen is what she seems. Take the Feathered Queen, for instance. Ah, yes, the one who once ruled the skies, controlling the very winds with a flick of her delicate hand. But oh, she didn’t always have wings of gold, no. There was a time when she was as mortal as you or me.
But, of course, like all things in the World of 4EverMore, that wasn’t the end of her story. No, darlings. That was only the beginning.
It all started with a curse, naturally. A wicked, heart-wrenching curse. The Feathered Queen—before she was a queen, mind you—was a simple sorceress. A beautiful one, yes, but a simple sorceress nonetheless. She had no grand titles, no throne, nothing but the feathers she had adorned herself with for years. They were her greatest pride, these magical feathers, each representing a success, a triumph, a conquest.
But there was one thing she didn't have—immortality. Oh, how that gnawed at her. How she yearned for the gift that so many other immortals had. She sought it with every spell, every incantation, and one fateful day, she found it. Not in the form she expected, though. No, she didn’t get to waltz into a grand palace and claim her eternal life.
No. The magic she found? It was twisted, devious. The curse that would grant her immortality was cast by an ancient coven known as the Fates. They told her, oh so sweetly, that she could have what she wanted—immortality in exchange for the loss of her humanity. And the price? Her wings. They were gone, transformed into feathers of pure magic, still beautiful but now bound to her for eternity.
Of course, as all power-hungry queens do, she accepted. And the moment she did, those once graceful wings became shackles, forever tethered to her soul.
But don’t think for a second that she was content. The Feathered Queen was anything but. She wasn’t content to simply exist as a creature of magic. Oh, no, she wanted more. She wanted to soar higher than anyone had ever dared. And so, she did—she soared, ruling over the skies with an iron grip, casting her shadow over anyone who dared challenge her.
But here's where the story takes a turn, darlings.
As time passed, the Feathered Queen grew bitter. Her wings, though once magnificent, were now a symbol of her endless greed. She could feel the curse gnawing at her very soul, and that bitterness turned her heart colder than the darkest nights in 4EverMore.
In a fit of rage, she cast a spell—a spell that would trap every soul she could find in the winds, forever binding them to her will. But here’s the twist, darling—she didn’t realize that some of those souls? They were immortal too. And immortals, as you well know, don’t take kindly to being trapped.
There’s a certain immortality that isn’t just about time, my dear—it's about power. And some of those trapped souls? They weren’t willing to stay trapped for long.
It wasn’t long before the Feathered Queen realized her mistake. The souls she had so carelessly bound? They came for her. They freed themselves. And in their wake, the Queen’s wings began to wither, the magic that once fueled them turning to dust. Her kingdom crumbled, and all that was left was the echo of her once soaring dreams.
So, darlings, the lesson here is clear. Be careful what you wish for. Not all immortality comes in the form you expect, and not all wings were meant to fly forever. Some curses are meant to keep you grounded—no matter how high you try to soar.
But, of course, I wouldn’t be Alice if I didn’t remind you that it’s always the ones who reach the highest that tend to fall the hardest. Don’t you agree, darlings?
And with that, I bid you farewell for today. Keep your feathers close and your wishes closer. You never know what price you’ll have to pay.
