"Sister, you said that your designers could make most anything?" Mae inquired as she and Mirana made their way down one of many halls in the white marble palace. Mae felt the urge to squint. All of this bright white color was too much for her. She much preferred the darker hues.
Mirana turned and smiled at her. "I knew you wouldn't be able to pass up the offer." There was a gleam in the ethereal queen's eyes. "I will take you to the seamstress. They will size you and take any request that you may have. I have no doubt in my mind that they will make you a wardrobe fitting of a Red Queen." Mirana turned back around and kept walking.
The last two words seemed to echo in Mae's head. She felt like the words bounced off of the walls and on throughout the castle. She felt like everyone knew. Everyone knew. And everyone hated. No one liked the Red Queen. No one would ever like, or love, the Queen of Hearts. Ironic, really.
Mae began to panic. Her hands shook as she desperately reached for pills that weren't there. Tears started to build up as she began clawing at her clothes. She felt restricted. She felt like she needed to get out of her skin. Her hand came up to her forearm and she started to scratch furiously. She needed out of her skin. She needed out. SHE NEEDS OUT NOW.
Then everything went quiet… She felt a soften brushing up against her leg and heard a low whimpering. Upon looking down, she realized that there was a small Husky rubbing it's fluffy little head against her calf. The small thing looked up at her, sat on it's haunches and barked.
Mae tilted her head to the side, trying to decipher where the small fluff came from. She slowly bent down and picked the actual ball of fur up. The husky barked at her and gave her a very wet, slobbery lick to the cheek.
She couldn't help but to smile.
"It is Mae!" She heard someone exclaim behind her.
Everything seemed to slow down in that moment.
The poor husky noticed her concern and turned a wary eye up towards her. Mae's arms brought the animal closer to her chest as she slowly turned around.
"Oh, Mae! How I never thought this day would come!" Was all she heard as arms wrapped around her in a tight (not enough to squish the pup) hug. The glimpse she saw of the man now hugging her made her want to cry, smile, and scream all at once. Tufts of bright orange hair stuck out from underneath a burned and ornate top hat. Pale skin illuminated with bits of bright makeup, wild lime eyes, and a gap between the teeth.
Her best friend, her brother and father figure. The Mad Hatter. Tarrant Hightopp.
Only a wisp of a plea could be heard by Mae herself, Tarrant, and the pup.
"No…"
I know, I know. Short chapter, terrible person for not updating when I said I would.
A lot has been going on and I'm a lazy sack of sh*t.
I do hope you enjoyed though. I will update as soon as I'm able to.
Please review and let me know what you all think so far. :) 3