☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Sleeping Beauty
Alice set her teacup down gently, the porcelain clinking against the saucer as she leaned in, her voice dripping with a sly undertone. “Let’s take a deep dive into Sleeping Beauty, but let’s strip away the sugary sweet nonsense. Forget the dainty princess who pricks her finger and waits for a kiss to wake her. In my version, Aurora is no passive damsel. She’s a warrior trapped in a curse of her own making.”
She traced the rim of her cup with one finger, the light in her eyes flickering like candle flames. “Aurora was born into a kingdom embroiled in a bitter war with dark forces. Her parents, desperate to protect their only child, sought the aid of a powerful sorceress. But magic always comes with a price, doesn’t it? To shield Aurora from harm, they wove a spell that bound her soul to the kingdom’s life force, intertwining her fate with the land itself.”
Alice smirked, tapping her temple. “But here’s the twist: the sorceress, bitter from years of exile, had her own agenda. She didn’t cast the spell out of the goodness of her heart. No, she cursed Aurora with eternal sleep, knowing the kingdom would fall into chaos without its heir. A ticking time bomb, ready to implode.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms as she continued. “On her sixteenth birthday, the curse activated. But Aurora didn’t just fall into a gentle slumber. No, darling. Her spirit was torn from her body and sent to the spirit realm, a dark and twisted mirror of her kingdom. There, she became a warrior, battling shadows and creatures born from her own fears and doubts.”
Alice’s voice grew softer, more intense. “For a hundred years, she fought, growing stronger, learning the secrets of the realm she was trapped in. She didn’t wait for a prince to rescue her—there was no prince. There was only her, her will to survive, and her desire to reclaim what was stolen from her.”
“And when she finally broke free?” Alice’s eyes gleamed. “She didn’t just wake up and smile at the sunrise. She rose from her slumber like a storm, her power now vast and unyielding. The sorceress didn’t stand a chance. Aurora’s vengeance was swift, her magic intertwining with the land to restore it, stronger and more vibrant than before. Her kingdom didn’t just get a ruler; they got a queen who had walked through hell and emerged as fire and fury.”
Alice picked up her cup, swirling the liquid inside. “Now, isn’t that a much more satisfying ending? A Sleeping Beauty who didn’t wait for destiny to happen, but instead, forged her own path, lighting up the darkness with her own brilliance.”
She tilted her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “So, tell me, dear reader, which version of the story would you prefer to sit with at tea? The one where she sleeps, or the one where she fights?”
Alice sipped her tea, letting the question linger like the aftertaste of a particularly potent brew.
