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EVIL QUEEN GRIMHILDE

disney, the 'fairest of all' novel, snow white & the huntsman origin - with my own embellsihments.

written by GRIM

NO OUAT AFFILIATION




drafts ; 17
starters ; none !
queries ; 11

SEMI-ACTIVE DUE TO FULL TIME EMPLOYMENT

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Florian was a man of his kingdom, and always did as he was told ( most of the time ). THIS TIME, he was to wed the queen of the neighboring kingdom. he hadn’t known much about her, other than her KING had passed away, and she was left with a stepchild and a kingdom to rule. he was quite optimistic about the arrangement, as he usually was about MOST things. 

They had been riding for what seemed like WEEKS, and just as he was about to nod off into a semi-peaceful nap, he had heard ruckus pursuing outside. “we are here, your royal highness.” the young prince took in a deep breath, readying himself for this NEW LIFE he was to begin. 

            ♛ | ❛  —————–           _{THE ROBUST, OSTENTATIOUS SOUND OF trumpets carried on the chilling breeze invading the grand hall, the bitterness biting at the skin beneath her gown, hardly perturbed by its intimate presence. a hood concealed his visage at first, TEMPTATION mounting as she pondered if he would do the portrait that preceded his arrival justice. diminishing daylight flitted through glass windows to expose him fully beneath the shroud, her approval arising as a simper on garnet shaded lips, hidden by slender fingers resting upon them.}

         _{the prince was the picture of pliability, a pet for her to toy with, hardly one to battle for control of the kingdom. he would be a quiet king, a mere fixture in the empty space at her side. the lords & ladies of the court applaud his arrival, bowing in the presence of foreign royalty but she remains on her throne, gaze inquisitive as one of her advisers spoke.}

          _{❛       her most gracious Majesty & her court welcome you, Prince Florian.        ❜}

        _{two fingers rose from the throne to silence him, the elder gentleman bowing abruptly & stepping behind her throne as she stood from it to descend to his level. it was a move of strategy, knowing the princess would soon arrive to tend to her duties.}

                  _{❛       i am most delighted to see you have arrived safely.
                        perhaps you would desire a walk to stretch one’s legs
                                              after such a long journey.      ❜}