"Who was she?" Alice asked the Hatter noticing how he glanced at a small photo in the heart shaped locket.
"My love," his voice was small. "My world."
"Do you think Tarrant is alive?"
Mother placed a hand on her shoulder careful not to wake the toddler asleep in his mother's arms.
She sighed, "I know he is. I know he hasn't lost hope. Things may not look the brightest right now, but we'll get out of here. You'll see, it might be a little while, but one day we'll be free."
Glancing down at her grandchild, she bitterly smiled. Their slow aging had been a thing they were all glad for.
It was cruel. Cruel to tear a family apart. Horunvendish Day was meant to be the day (Y/n) told her husband she was pregnant. The only good thing to come of this was both of her daughter-in-laws were treated nicely by Iracebeth during their pregnancies. Not fairly by any means, but nicer.
They were returned to their original sizes, kept in a dungeon cell and seen by a physician. When the babie