You had arrived in Wonderland a week ago, having survived the Red Queen barely before arriving at the White Palace with Bayard, Hatter, the twins, and Mallymkun.

The others follow you in silence and you stand before the White Queen at the entrance. You curtsy and inhale deeply, still recovering from all you went through the pervious days.

“What is your name, child?” she asks softly, her eyes piercing through you without blinking. “You have been to Underland many times when you were young but we never had the privilege of meeting. It is a pleasure.”