It was dusk before the King found her. Without looking, Alice said, "I choose you." There was a twig of loneliness and longing in her voice, one that could easily be misinterpreted by a love-struck king.  

    The King knelt beside her. "I'll be back for you at next dusk, be prepared." He promised, knowing he would never let her suffer again. He kissed her hand then left in the wind.

     The next day the King came back he found Alice in a meadow. "Are you ready?" Alice silently nodded, anticipation coursing through her veins and took the King's hand eager to get out of the maze. In a blur Alice was facing a mirror, a mirror that showed the exact spot that she was just at. You could see a ghost of where she stood then nothing at all. "Where? How? What?" Alice looked all around, a candle chandelier hung from the ceiling, with wax that never melted. On the ceiling besides that was a table that sat on its side and a red envelope on it. The King jumped and grabbed the letter and opened it up. With a knob, he grabbed Alice by the elbow and led her away from the looking glass.

     "You could have gotten me out of there all this time?! I could have been free and you kept me locked in there!" Alice was shouting, not the wisest decision since she just broke free from the maze, but I guess she couldn't help it. Anger coursed through to the point she could barely see, forgetting the letter that the King took, forgetting everything but the raw betrayal that she felt. Feeling so betrayed, the only person she trusted, not with her secrets but with her life, keeping her locked in that Maze the whole time.

     "I could not have gotten you out of the looking glass before now. Now stop yelling it is time to celebrate." With that the King stopped at a door. It had the clubs and spades embedded into it, with numbers ranging from two to ten, and an ace, jack, king, and queen on it. The King was just about to open the door when he stopped, "Don't think about escaping. I have guards watching you." It was then that she realized the King did not completely trust her, and that stung a nerve. Logically she knew he shouldn't trust her because she planned on escaping, but the realization that he didn't trust her hurt. Without another warning, he opened the door and pushed Alice inside.

     A bedroom. The bed had a canopy on it, with black laces hanging from the canopy to the floor. A black dresser was on the opposite side of the wall, and a red makeup station sat next to it. On the far side wall was a window with cushions arranged below it. In the middle of the ceiling sat an upside-down chandelier with demands glistening in every other spot. A feeling of dread spread though Alice the moment her feet made contact with the floor.