|1.||M'Lady||Read it Now|
|2.||Isis||Read it Now|
|3.||Erianthe||Read it Now|
|4.||Bounce||Read it Now|
|5.||The Messenger||Read it Now|
|7.||The Octavo||Read it Now|
|8.||Roses are Red||Read it Now|
|9.||A Prophecy||Read it Now|
|10.||Assassination||Read it Now|
|11.||Prince and Princess||Read it Now|
|12.||Running||Read it Now|
|13.||Daniel, Duke of Hearts.||Read it Now|
|14.||The Queen||Read it Now|
|15.||The||Read it Now|
|16.||End||Read it Now|
|17.||Epilogue||Read it Now|
|Isis left the house with a heavy heart. She wasn't surprised when the Hare appeared next to her silently. "I'm sorry about the Mad Hatter," he said softly, looking at her.|
"It's not you who should apologize or me who needs an apology, Mr. Hare," Isis replied, shaking her head.
"You have me there. Your name, Miss?" he asked, even though he already knew.
"Well, Isis, it was very nice to meet you anyway," the Hare said, chuckling a little to himself.
She looked up in surprise. How could he know? "It was very nice to meet you too, sir," she stammered. "I must be getting back to the Castle to continue my duties."
There was something about her that the March Hare couldn't figure out. He frowned. Normally when someone came into play in his fate, he knew everything about them. The March Hare knew how people's minds worked. The March Hare knew how Fate would deal their cards before they were played.
But this girl, he knew nothing about. There were things he knew, before she knew that he knew, of course. But, shamefully, there wasn't much. The Hare didn't like having this sort of blindness.
However, he had always felt naturally attracted to things that he himself couldn't explain. Of course, there weren't many phenomenons like that, so he had discovered that trait just now.
Isis didn't speak until they arrived at the Castle. As she opened the door, the Hare slipped away silently. She turned around. "Thanks for..."
Isis noticed that he had disappeared, and laughed. "Strange one, that Hare is," she remarked to herself.
It was the big moment. Alwyn knew that she had to play her cards right if she was going to gain back King Romeo's trust. She took a deep breath. This would be highly dangerous if she did it wrong.
Alwyn knocked on the study door, where she knew her father would be. What if he were to not accept her back? It would be tragic, since the plans would collapse completely. The plans depended completely on King Romeo's trust in his daughter.
The seconds that passed made her anxious. She wiped her clammy hands on her dress, and knocked again. "Come in," his deep voice echoed.
Alwyn opened the door, and poked her head in. "Father?" she ventured to say. "I've come to speak with you."
The King looked up from his desk, and smiled at his daughter. "Alwyn! I've missed you so."
She was taken back, and a genuine look of surprise appeared on her face. Her father smiled warmly. "I hope you lived well while you were gone?"
"Yes," she answered truthfully. "It was wonderful. But nothing compared to home."
"Home is where the heart is," her father exclaimed, a little madly.
"Home is where the heart is," she echoed more softly, her mind drifting to the Mad Hatter.
"Well, run along then, you silly girl. Your King has work to accomplish."
Alwyn feigned disappointment. "I will see you later?" she asked.
"Of course! Now leave me be, dear daughter!"
Alwyn walked out of the room, hiding a smirk. The first phase of the mission was accomplished. The next part would be a piece of cake.
She ran into Isis. Isis had taken the path she thought would be the most unlikely for her to find the princess, but instead, she ran right into her. She stuttered an apology, and tried to hurry away before Alwyn could speak.
It had failed. Alwyn ran to keep up with her brisk pace. "You found the Mad Hatter easily enough?"
"Yes," Isis replied, refusing to look her in the eyes.
"Well, what did he say? Does he miss me?" the Princess asked, eagerness evident in her voice.
Her smile faded when the girl still refused to look into her eyes. "What did he say?" she repeated, her voice much more defeated.
"He said... that he never wants to hear from you again."
Alwyn's heart stopped. She breathed in sharply, unable to cope with her shock. The princess stood frozen where she was, seeing, hearing, feeling nothing.
"M'lady?" Isis said anxiously, waving her hand in front of Alwyn's face. When she didn't respond, she began to panic. "M'lady!"
Isis shook her roughly. "M'lady, are you all right?!"
Alwyn seemed to have stopped functioning completely. That was how she felt on the inside too. Isis finally realized that the situation was very serious. "Somebody! Somebody help!" she called out.
Her cries did not go unheeded. Alwyn was rushed back to her bedroom, where she was laid down in her bed, still dressed. She laid there for days, never speaking, never noticing when Isis fed her and gave her water to drink.
"What are we to do now, Aaron? Alwyn is gravely ill," Gareth said, sitting against the wall of the secret room. "Our plan has been foiled."
Aaron scoffed, taking his pipe out of his mouth. "You seem very concerned for your cousin, your Grace."
He frowned. "If I were you, Gareth, I would just finish this operation on my own."
Gareth kept his face in a mask. "How am I supposed to do that? He's my uncle. He'll know who I am."
Aaron laughed, and thumped him on the head. "Stupid boy! Don't you remember who you are speaking to?"
Gareth rubbed his sore head. "Don't you remember who YOU'RE hitting on the head?"
Aaron laughed, and blew smoke circles into the air. "You are right. My apologies, Prince."
"So what were you saying?"
"I seem to recall that one of my many titles is 'Master of Disguise.' And I am, very much so."
Gareth suddenly saw what he meant. "You are a devious one, Aaron."
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