Page 42 of Knot My Wonderland

"Chi?" I called softly, but no answering purr came from the shadows. The house creaked around me, its wooden bones shifting uneasily. Through my connection to the ward, I could feel a presence circling the perimeter—something cold and calculating that left frost patterns where it touched my magic.

I slipped from bed, surprised to find my strength had returned during my rest. The silver light beneath my skin pulsed more vibrantly now, responding to the potential threat. I moved to the window, pressing my palm against the cool glass.

Outside, the garden was bathed in moonlight, the flowers closed tight as if in defense. Beyond the garden, the forestloomed dark and watchful. At first, I saw nothing unusual, but then—a flicker of movement at the edge of my ward. A figure, tall and slender, cloaked in what looked like living shadow.

"Not the Queens," I whispered to myself, somehow certain. The presence felt different—colder, more methodical. I recalled Chi's words about the King of Spades and his shadow magic, and a chill ran down my spine.

I needed to find Varik or Chi. Focusing on my connection to the ward, I sent my awareness outward, searching for their familiar magical signatures. I found Varik first—his energy a controlled burn near the western boundary, likely still negotiating with the White Rabbit. Chi's presence was harder to locate, his essence diffused across multiple points as if he existed in several places simultaneously.

I bit my lip, they weren’t anywhere close to help me. I took a deep breath as I made my way outside. I didn’t know if this was a good idea, but I couldn’t run. There was nowhere to really go.

I couldn't just sit and wait, not with that shadow figure testing my ward. This was my magic, my creation—I should be able to strengthen it, to push back against whatever was probing its boundaries.

The house seemed to sense my resolve, the hallway illuminating with soft silver light that guided my path downstairs. Each step I took felt more certain than the last, as if the very act of confronting this threat was feeding my confidence.

Outside, the night air carried a hint of frost that hadn't been present earlier. My breath formed small clouds in front of me as I crossed the garden, drawn inexorably toward the boundary where the shadowy figure continued its methodical examination of my ward.

As I approached, the ward pulsed in recognition, sending ripples of silver-gold light across its surface. The probing presence paused, as if suddenly aware it was being observed.

"I know you're there," I called out, my voice steadier than I expected. "My ward recognized you the moment you arrived."

The shadow at the perimeter stilled completely. For several heartbeats, nothing moved—not the wind, not the flowers, not even the stars seemed to twinkle. Then the darkness gathered, condensing into a more defined shape—a tall figure in flowing robes that seemed woven from night itself.

"Interesting," came a voice like velvet dragged over stone. "Most wards merely resist. Yours... observes."

I approached cautiously, stopping several yards from the boundary. The silver light beneath my skin brightened in response to the stranger's presence, illuminating the garden around me.

"You're the King of Spades," I said, not a question but a statement. Something in his energy—cold, calculating, ancient—confirmed my suspicion.

A soft chuckle emerged from the dark, before a figure walked forward for me to fully see. He was tall, bright blue eyes like ice staring back at me with dark black hair that had silver at the tips that framed his face

"Indeed, I am," he confirmed, his voice deep and richly textured. "And you are Alice, the Omega dreamer who has Wonderland quite... stirred up."

I squared my shoulders, trying not to show how his presence made my skin prickle with warning. "I didn't ask to be brought here."

"Few do," he replied, hands clasped casually behind his back as he studied me through the shimmering barrier of my ward. "Yet here you are, creating wards that would challenge even the most accomplished royal mages. Curious."

The King took another step closer, and I felt my ward respond, thickening slightly where he approached. His eyebrows rose, apparently noting the reaction.

"Self-adjusting defenses," he murmured, sounding genuinely impressed. "Responding to perceived threat levels without conscious direction. Extraordinary work for one so new to wonderland.”

"Thank you," I said cautiously, unsure if accepting a compliment from the King of Spades was wise. "But I doubt you came all this way just to admire my magical abilities."

The King smiled, a cold expression that didn't reach his ice-blue eyes. "Direct. I appreciate that." He traced a finger along my ward, leaving a trail of frost that quickly dissolved. "You're correct, of course. I came to see for myself what has the Queens in such disarray."

"And what have you concluded?" I asked, maintaining my distance while trying to project confidence I didn't entirely feel.

"That you are... unexpected." His gaze was looking at me with curiosity and maybe a little bit of hunger that made me freeze.

"Unexpected in what way?" I asked, standing my ground despite the chill his presence sent through me.

The King tilted his head, studying me with those icy blue eyes that seemed to see through flesh to whatever lay beneath. "Most dreamers who find their way to Wonderland are lost, confused, easily manipulated. You..." his gaze traveled to the silver light pulsing beneath my skin, "you've bonded with Wonderland in a matter of days. Created defenses that should have taken years to master."

He took another step closer, and my ward responded by thickening further, the silver-gold light intensifying where he stood. I felt a surge of pride at its responsiveness.

"The Queens believe you are a weapon to be wielded," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "The King of Diamondsthinks you're a puzzle to be solved. But I see something else entirely."

“What do you see me as?” I asked, curious what this man could see.

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