Chapter 1: The beginning, sound, ending

A beautiful brunette, tall and elegant walks through the Royal garden of the kingdom, Woodville, accompanied by a maid. She plucks a full bright red rose from the bush along the Royal path. She was quite known among the kingdom and beyond. Every wave sends people of Woodsville into cheers and praises. She was known as Princess Alice, the princess of Woodville. Her father, Frank, the king of Woodville, and her mother, Ellie, the Queen who stood beside the king for years, are off on a trip to the deadlands. Leaving Alice alone with the maids in the dark lonely castle.

“Princess Alice, the sun is setting, the queen and king may be away, you must still follow the rules.” The maid’s soft professional voice snaps Alice out of her thoughts.

“Yes, thank you” Alice responded back with a gentle, sweet voice.

The sun has set and Alice leans against her window sitting on the ledge looking out and up at the stars. Her eyes closed slowly and softly as if she was making a wish. Before she can drift off to sleep on the ledge of the window, a cluttering sound of some jewelry makes her open her eyes wide, she stands up quietly grabbing a candle off her small wooden desk. She takes a step forward, the wood flooring creaking underneath her weight. Eyes looked at her from the shadows, and she threw her candle at it. A cat jumps out of the shadowed corner as she throws the candle.

“Mr.Buttercup!?” She shouts with a sigh of relief,

“You scared me, for a minute there I thought you were some hooligan who broke in.” She leans down to pet Mr. Buttercup, the ragdoll cat. Mr. Buttercup rubs up against her hand while purring in forgiveness. Alice lifts Mr. Buttercup up and cradles him in her arms and sits on the king-sized bed.

"There you go Mr. Buttercup, sleep well." Alice gently places Mr. Buttercup down near the end of the bed. She pulls the covers open and settles in pulling the covers over herself and slowly drifts off to sleep.

The morning sunlight shines into her bedroom chambers. September 23rd, 1835. It was her 24th birthday. Excited she had done up her own hair in a bun with a pink flower. She chooses a pretty white gown with pink ribbons to wear for the day. Every year on her birthday since birth, she would go into the village and celebrate with the people of the village.

A knock came at her door

"Princess Alice, we can go in the carriage when you are ready. " A maid's voice spoke through the door.

"Thank you, I am ready now. " Alice mentions immediately and opens the door.

"This way, your highness. " The maid shows Alice the way to the carriage and helps her in. The carriage jolts as the horses start moving towards the palace gates and into the forest, leading to the village.