☕️ Alice Spills the Tea: The Legend of the Hollow Crown
Oh, dearies, gather ‘round with your prettiest teacups because today, I’m spilling a long-buried legend that was once whispered only in the shadowed corners of the World of 4EverMore—and, naturally, I know the truth. Of course I do. I'm me.
Now, I’m sure you've heard of the Hollow Crown. Oh? You haven’t? Tsk, tsk. That’s because they tried to erase it from history. But secrets don’t stay buried forever—not when I’m around.
Here’s the tea:
Centuries ago, long before the Vampire Courts rose and the Witches carved spells into the bones of the world, there was a ruler known only as The Nameless Monarch. No one knew where they came from—one day, they simply were. No lineage. No bloodline. Just a figure cloaked in ink-black robes and a silver crown that never quite touched their brow.
The crown floated. Hovered. Like it refused to belong to them.
It was said the Hollow Crown could only be worn by someone who had no heart left to give. Not broken. Not bruised. Gone. Because the crown wasn’t just a symbol of power—it was a cursed relic forged from the regrets of the gods themselves. Whoever wore it could command shadows, silence the stars, and bend time like ribbon... but only if they surrendered their soul completely.
And oh, darling... someone always does.
The Nameless Monarch ruled for 111 years, 11 months, and 11 days (because apparently, symmetry matters when you're wielding god-forged relics). Then, poof! Gone. Disappeared without a trace. No body. No blood. Just the crown, floating in the air above the Empty Throne of the Forgotten Court.
Now, here’s where it gets juicy: rumor has it the Hollow Crown chose a new bearer recently. Not officially crowned, of course—just... watched. Followed. Tested.
And between you, me, and this dangerously full teacup? I have it on very chaotic authority (Loki swears it’s true, and he never lies unless it’s hilarious) that the crown has its eye on someone in 4EverMore right now. Someone who’s already lost too much. Someone with fire in their blood and shadows in their veins. Someone who could very well change the world... or burn it down trying.
I’d love to tell you who. I really would. But let’s be honest—that would ruin the fun. And besides, secrets taste better when they’re steeped a little longer.
So until then, my lovelies... keep your eyes open. And if you ever feel the air around you grow colder, or hear whispers where there should be none? Don’t panic.
It’s probably just the Hollow Crown checking your heart for cracks.
Now, pass the sugar. This tea’s getting dangerously bitter.
- Alice
Queen of Ink & Lore
