☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Snow White
Alice taps her fingers on the rim of her teacup, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Oh, let’s have some fun with Snow White, shall we? But not the sweet, naive princess we’ve all been fed by those charming bedtime tales. No, no. My version? She’s something else entirely.”
Alice leans in, her eyes glinting with mischief. “In my world, Snow White isn’t a mere mortal; she’s a Hadassah Lunara DayWalker, tied to the moon and light, blessed—or cursed—with immortality. Her stepmother, the so-called Evil Queen? Just a pawn in a much larger game.”
Alice swirls her tea, the liquid inside shimmering like moonlight. “Snow wasn’t poisoned by a simple apple. Oh no, darling. She was cursed by an ancient spell, one that put her into a deep, magical slumber not because of envy, but because she held the key to an ancient power. The seven dwarfs? They weren’t miners—they were guardians of ancient magic, protecting her until the time was right.”
“The prince who supposedly woke her with a kiss? Not quite. He was a NightStalker, a vampire, trying to steal her power. But our dear Snow wasn’t about to let some bloodsucker have his way. She woke up on her own terms, with a force that shattered the spell and sent the NightStalker running.”
Alice’s grin widens. “Snow didn’t need saving; she was the savior. She rose from her sleep with the power of the moon coursing through her veins, ready to reclaim her throne and bring an end to the darkness that had plagued her kingdom.”
Alice pauses, her eyes twinkling. “And as for the Evil Queen? Let’s just say Snow had a little chat with her about true beauty—inside and out. The kingdom didn’t just get a queen back; it got a goddess, one who ruled with wisdom, strength, and a touch of moonlit magic.”
Alice leans back, sipping her tea. “Now, that’s a Snow White worth remembering, wouldn’t you agree?
