Pull up a velvet chair, clutch your pearls (or daggers - no judgment), and let’s dive into her latest legendary concoction…
☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents: Storytime
Alice Spills the Tea on: The Bone Orchard Queen
Once upon a blood-moon midnight in a realm draped in mist and mystery - nestled between the Veil of Whispers and the Cradle of Crows - there lived a queen not born of crown, but of curse.
Her name?
Elyra Veinmoor.
Oh, doesn’t it just drip with delicious doom?
She wasn’t raised in a castle, but beneath it. In the catacombs where ancestors were buried and secrets festered. They say she was the child of forgotten royals and something older - something that slithered through shadows and kissed her forehead with bone-cold lips.
Elyra grew up feeding her garden with more than just water.
The Bone Orchard, they called it.
White trees that bloomed with blossoms the color of ashes and petals that whispered your name if you got too close.
And oh, the queen was beautiful - deadly, yes - but breathtaking. Her voice could still time. Her eyes? One was black as night, the other like fire under ice. They say if she looked at you long enough, you’d spill every secret you ever swore to keep.
Now, this queen didn’t want war. No, no - how tedious. She wanted peace. But not the sweet kind. The eerie, silent, no-one-left-to-fight kind. She offered every realm a choice:
"Kneel… or grow in my garden."
Kings laughed. Warlords scoffed. Gods rolled their radiant eyes.
Until, one by one, they began to… disappear.
Not die. Not fall in glorious battle. Just vanish, like a breath lost in winter fog.
Their crowns bloomed in her orchard. Literal crowns. Hanging from branches. Glistening with dew and dread.
Some say the Bone Orchard is a myth. That it’s just a tale told to keep power-hungry fools awake at night.
But me? I’ve seen a petal with my name on it once. And trust me, I’ve never gone near that forest again.
So remember this, darling:
Not every queen wants to rule with fire and sword.
Some prefer roots, silence, and slow-growing vengeance.
And if you smell roses in the dark - run.
Lovingly laced with doom,
– Alice, Queen of Ink & Lore ✨🌙
✒ Pip’s Editorial Note
Ah, settle in, darlings, because Alice has outdone herself this time. The Bone Orchard Queen isn’t just a tale - it’s a whole mood, a fragrance of shadows, and a slow-blooming curse wrapped in velvet danger.
A few notes for the discerning reader:
- Elyra Veinmoor is Alice’s own creation, fully original within her storytelling universe. She is not pulled from prior myth, legend, or medieval texts, though she carries the echoes of gothic and fae royalty archetypes.
- The Bone Orchard itself? Entirely Alice’s brand of eerie botanical terror. White trees that whisper names, crowns growing like fruit - pure imaginative flourish, executed with Alice’s signature dramatic flair.
- Themes of slow vengeance, silent power, and unsettling beauty run heavy here. Alice uses these elements to subvert traditional “queenly” tropes; Elyra doesn’t need armies or fire, she commands through atmosphere, myth, and dread.
- Notice the deliberate ambiguity of fate versus choice - kings vanish, realms tremble, and the reader is left suspended between disbelief and awe. This is classic Alice: narrative tension built through whispers and petals, not exposition.
In short: This story is original canon, dripping with the eerie, intoxicating flavor that only Alice can pour into a teacup. Approach with caution, curiosity, and maybe a handkerchief for your pearls.
- Pip, Editorial Desk, Alice's Mad Tea Party
