The White Castle

Madeleinea awoke in a white room. Of course... She thought. How horribly cliche is that? It was absolutely silent, save the singing and humming of some strange bug outside her window, which evidently did fine living in the snow, as the whole outside was covered in a fine blanket of it. She yawned, stretched, and tried to remember when she had fallen asleep. Then, everything came back to her in little flashes, like knife stabs to a deeper part of her chest. She screamed, clutching her head as a searing pain enclosed around it like a vice. She sobbed and lay back down on the bed, holding her head and trying hard to see past the veil of pain and just remember what had happened to her, squeezing her eyes shut in concentration...
She felt a cold rag on her head. She opened her eyes. A women cloaked in white was holding it to her forehead, shushing her and lulling her. "Hush, hush, Alice... yes, you've come a long way. Shhh, it'll be alright." The pain in Madeleinea's head subsided and her sobs grew to small hiccups. "Where am I? What happened to me?" Madeleinea squeaked. "You were attacked by the dark spectres of the red queen, tortured souls that she's trapped in bottles to fester in anger, hatred, fear, and sadness." The women in white replied. "It's a horrible thing to experience, but my son, the knight Ichios found you just in time." Madeleinea struggled to remember everything, but was only greeted by the pounding in her head. "No, Alice, you musn't try." The woman urged. She picked up a small plate and fed some white cake to Madeleinea. "This will help." She set the plate back on the bed stand and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Madeleinea's hair. "I am Inea, the white queen." The woman said. "And you are Alice, the savior of my land and people." Madeleinea sat up. "So I've heard." She said slowly, coughing. Inea gently pushed her back to a laying position. "Ichios will be back up to check on you. For now, rest, and I'll brew some tea." Inea stood up and left the room, closing the huge white french doors behind her. Madeleinea threw the covers aside and stood up. Her vision swam and her blood boiled for a bit, and her legs felt as though they had fallen asleep, but soon she was fine. She spotted some folded clothes lying on a chair next to the bed stand, and she unfolded them and lay them out on the bed. A pair of high-wasted pants with military buttons, a little peach and white striped sweater with a black bicycle on it, and a white beanie. She chuckled, amused at how they seemed to have been pulled from her own drawers back home. Suddenly, she realized how far away from home she was. Where was the elevator? How on earth would she tell her parents what was going on? She pushed the nasty thoughts from her head and pulled on the clothes, shedding the white lace tunic. A pair of small peach silk slippers sat by the door, and Madeleinea slipped them on, reaching for the door knob to the white french door, before it swung open in front of her. She nearly cried out in shock as she was suddenly nose to nose with the most beautiful boy she had ever seen.