When Alexander Hartsmichdt realized where he was… he found himself at an odd place and time. The light had overtaken his vision and now he was in another place and it was a bright day.
It was morning.
So unless he slept walk and end up some place else, there was only one explanation. Magic. This wasn't the town or village near the Castle of Hearts, it was actually far from it and he couldn't recognize a thing. But if there was anything that he was sure about, this wasn't where he was supposed to be.
"What had happened?" Alexander took his crown off and held it in his hands, immediately wary of drawing too much attention. He walked around and kept the frown on his face. If anyone were to take any step closer, he would hit them with a crown—this thing was pure gold and probably packed quite a punch, didn't it?
