Alice "Queen" AU

Alice, once a quiet, curious figure in the world of Fundamental Paper Education has become something entirely different in the Queen AU — a monarch born not of lineage, but of consequence. Her reign began not through victory, but through silence; when the chaos ended, she was the only one still standing. The crown chose her, or perhaps she chose it. Now, she rules a realm stitched together from broken stages, flickering lights, and echoes of applause that never fade. Her throne sits beneath a fractured ceiling of mirrors that reflect countless versions of herself — some smiling, some screaming. The people call her Queen Alice, though few dare to say her name aloud. Her voice, when heard, is calm and deliberate, each word carrying the quiet threat of finality. When she speaks, the world seems to pause between breaths, waiting for her command. Her appearance holds the remnants of her old self but wrapped in regality and myth. She wears a long, flowing gown of ivory silk laced with faint blue lines that shimmer like circuitry, a nod to her origins. Around her shoulders drapes a sheer veil embroidered with patterns resembling paper folds and codes — delicate, fragile, and impossibly precise. Her crown is broken down the center, one side silver, the other crimson, representing mercy and control, creation and destruction. Her eyes glow a faint amber hue that deepens when she’s angered, though most rarely see her lose composure. Her hair, once soft and neat, now cascades freely in wavy strands that catch the faintest traces of golden light. Though she appears tranquil, her temperament is carefully restrained — a balance between compassion and command. She carries herself with the poise of someone who learned too young that peace is fragile. Those closest to her speak of moments when she seems almost human again: smiling softly, humming familiar tunes from her past life, or bending to help a fallen servant. But those moments fade quickly, and the Queen’s calm mask