Red and White.5

"Hey, Cheshire… do you think she'll remember me once we eventually meet?"

Alice's voice was softer than usual, barely above a whisper.

Cheshire, for once, didn't respond immediately.

Instead, he watched her.

His glowing eyes studied the way her golden gaze lingered on the distant horizon, lost in thoughts she rarely voiced aloud.

It was that look again.

The same faraway expression she always wore whenever memories of the White Queen resurfaced—back when she had once called that woman 'Mother.'

A past long buried beneath blood and betrayal.

A silence stretched between them before Cheshire finally spoke.

"I don't have the exact answer to that, Master…" he admitted, his usual playfulness subdued. "But I'm sure once you two meet again, she'll undoubtedly recognize you. After all… you're her great enemy now~"

He added a teasing lilt to his voice, attempting to lighten the mood, but Alice didn't immediately respond.