☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Selene, the Siren Queen of Power
Alice's fingers drummed rhythmically against the edge of her teacup, her smile widening like a crescent moon over dangerous waters. “Alright, let’s talk about a little story, shall we?” she said, her tone sugary sweet with just a dash of venom. “The Little Mermaid. But forget everything you thought you knew, because in my version, that mermaid doesn’t just yearn for love—oh no, darling—she craves power. And she's willing to drown the world to get it.”
She took a long, deliberate sip of her tea, letting the silence hum like a storm building beneath the waves. “This mermaid… her name wasn’t Ariel. No, no, no. Her name was Selene, and she wasn’t some bright-eyed, lovesick sea sponge. She was cunning, hungry, and wrapped in ambition so cold it could freeze the sea floor.”
Alice leaned in, her voice dropping into a shadowy whisper, as if confessing to the ghosts of drowned sailors. “Selene’s father—King Triton?—he wasn’t just her ruler. He was her obstacle. His grip over the oceans was iron-bound and ancient, but Selene… she wasn’t one to wait politely in line for a crown. Oh no. In the deepest trenches of the ocean, she began to whisper to the old things. The forgotten things. Creatures made of shadow, bone, and brine. And from them, she learned magic—the kind that makes even sea witches shiver.”
Alice’s eyes sparkled, like twin stars over shipwrecks. “So when the sea witch came gliding from the gloom with her oh-so-clever little bargain, Selene didn’t hesitate. She handed over her voice, not for love, but for a far more dangerous treasure: the forbidden secrets of human magic. She wanted to rule the land and sea, and she wasn’t above using a few enchanted hearts to get there.”
Her fingers danced like spellcasting over her saucer. “Selene didn’t fall for the prince—she ensnared him. Every flutter of her lashes, every stolen kiss—it was all a symphony of control. He thought he was falling in love… but really, he was falling into her trap.”
Alice paused, eyes gleaming like moonlight on blood-tinted water. “But here’s the twist, darling. When the prince betrayed her and married another, thinking Selene had sunk beneath the waves? He had no idea what he’d awakened. Because she didn’t drown. She transcended. Using the sea witch’s stolen power, Selene rose. She became a sorceress of mythic proportions, cloaked in storm and vengeance.”
A soft, wicked laugh spilled from Alice’s lips. “She called to her army—things with glowing eyes and ink-black skin, things that had been slumbering in shipwrecks and trenches for centuries. They answered. And together, they tore through the human kingdom like a tidal wave of retribution. Villages sank without warning. Ships vanished. Dreams rotted.”
Alice leaned back with a smug sip, letting the horror of it steep. “And the prince? Oh, sweet fool. He ended up a puppet, bound to her will, dancing in her court of sea glass and sorrow. By the time anyone realized who truly ruled the oceans—and the land—it was far too late. The mermaid had become a queen. And not the fairy tale kind.”
She tapped her teacup with a mischievous clink, her smile equal parts angel and nightmare. “So, tell me, darling… would you rather believe in a lovesick little mermaid? Or face the truth of Selene, the Siren Queen who bent the tides and tore the world asunder?”
Alice winked. “Personally, I always root for the girls who play their lovers—and their enemies—like a symphony. Now drink up. The sea has ears.”
A Little Note for the Curious Minds:
Now before anyone clutches their pearls over my scandalous little reinvention, let’s remember—the original Little Mermaid tale is public domain, sugarplum. That means it belongs to the people, not just some sparkly mouse empire. Hans Christian Andersen penned the tragic tale way back in 1837, and let me tell you—it was far darker than singing crabs and swoony beach strolls. His mermaid didn’t get the prince, didn’t get a happy ending, and turned into sea foam, no less! So really, I'm just giving her the power she always deserved. You’re welcome.
