The One About the Woods
“The One About the Woods” is, together with the Prophecy of the Seven Swords, one of the foundational myths of The United Kingdom of Wonderland. Centered on the fateful and magical goings-on within the Forest of Fangs, “The One About the Woods” celebrates the perseverance of Wonderlandian royalty, the obvious benefits of queens over kings, and the dangers of letting your guard down.
Summary
Long ago, before the Queen of Hearts united the seven kingdoms of Wonderland, the peoples of this place were starved for leaders who might live up to the legends of old. And so, they began again to look to the woods—for they knew that the fairy queens of old had come from there, the once magnificent rulers whose bloodlines had been diluted by the human men they’d taken for husbands and tried to fix.
At the insistence of the commoners, who threatened revolt if their wishes were not heeded, the crown prince of each kingdom (or princess, in one case) agreed to marry a girl of the forest.
The first betrothal (though not the first marriage) was that of the Prince of Motherland to Gretel der Jäger, a huntress who saved his kingdom from a beast which had killed the dozens of men sent to rid the forest of it. It was rumored that Gretel had also killed a witch in her youth, alongside her brother—which made her a perfect partner for the otherwise meek king-in-waiting.
Marnie Miller married the childless bachelor king of Promiseland. And though there was some early trouble with a halfling trickster, Miller’s facility for turning straw into gold made the once-poor Promiseland a very wealthy country indeed.
The Prince of Neverland ascended the tallest tower of a keep thought to be abandoned and awakened the sleeping beauty Aesling O’Briar—a princess of the first age who had been imprisoned there long ago.
The Princess of Yesterland married Ella of the Ashes, the daughter of a once-proud family whose fortunes had been squandered by her father’s second wife. The Prince of the Highlands took for his bride a girl called Bonnie MacAdam, the former captive of a Kíndallan ne’er-do-well. And the Prince of the Realm fell for the prisoner of a powerful witch, a young lady named Daisy Rampion.
Strangest of all though, the Prince of Fatherland married a girl called Sadie Winters—a polyamorist who agreed to the wedding only if her septet of dwarven paramours could come with. It was an odd arrangement for the once-conservative Fatherland to stomach, but the nine of them made for quite a formiddable war council. So, the people never much complained.
And then years passed, as years do. And once again, due to the failings of men, the magic brought into the royal lines by these mighty women was weakened. But legend grew of a girl who would rise from the commonfolk, the descendent of seven queens, who would unite the kingdoms under one banner and make them stronger than ever before.
A grandmother, who lived on the far edge of the forest, had grown up on bedtime stories of this prophecy. But she had long since dismissed those tales as useless fancy. And yet, when her only granddaughter traversed the dangerous wood each month to visit her, the grandmother marveled at stories of the girl’s bravery and grace. The terrors the girl faced each time she donned her red riding hood to make her monthly pilgrimage, and the way she handled them with such courage—the tales of these deeds made the grandmother believe again.
And so it was that the grandmother asked for the girl to begin bringing her books from the Royal Library on each of her visits—genealogies of the great houses, histories of the seven queens, and so forth. And gradually, bit by bit, the grandmother gathered evidence that her granddaughter was the girl the prophecy had promised.
But this was when tragedy struck. Ozite forces, threatened by the theoretical rise of a kingdom to rival their own, sent a beast—a big, bad wolf—to devour the grandmother. The wolf succeeded, swallowing the grandmother whole before running off into the depths of the wood.
The girl—like her huntress ancestor Gretel der Jäger—tracked the wolf. But she couldn’t get to him before he crossed the border into Oz. And so, she marched across Wonderland and gathered an army with which she might rescue her grandmother by force.
And this was how the girl in the red riding hood united the seven kingdoms and became the first Queen of Hearts.
Historical Basis
The grandmother’s complete findings are kept locked in vault within the Royal Library of The Realm, off-limits to all but the Queen and her descendants. But numerous attempts have been made over the years to check the grandmother’s work via the original sources, and several of the connections she made—though tenuous at times—do check out. So even if the first Queen of Hearts was not descended from all seven of the great woodland princesses, she was most certainly descended from far more of them than any other claimant yet found.
This is brilliant. Tying all the fairy tales together in such a cool and interesting way that makes so much sense. Ack! I love it. Wonderful job :D
Thank you! I'd been daydreaming about this one for a while, trying to think of how I'd tie them all together. Then this prompt came along and *poof* it all came together.