it felt UNNATURAL : to be a queen. it was something snow was ONCE taught to behave as, & eventually, forced to ignore. when she was a MAIDEN, becoming richer, a leader, higher royalty, wasn’t a priority for her. but, now ?
by marrying a prince, she knotted her faith into becoming a ruler, and that left the elders, who preceded the new kings, to the bottom. or worse: JAIL. why do people overthrow kingdoms ? war, revolts, hate. grimhilde’s case ? attempted murder. EXECUTION had been spared for her, given snow’s wishes, since it was a death too cruel for her step mother to go through : because, after all, she still was part of her family.
the prisons would be QUITE COLD in the wintertime. certainly not quite enjoyable for the prisoners, snow presumed. for that reason, she decided to break the walls & make her way through the basements to meet the PERSON who killed her, for HERSELF. it had to be done at night, so that fewer people would take notice of her running around the castle at a late hour to reach the prisoners. however, she had to meet grimhilde: it was a must. she had to know why. she entered the room, followed by a guard who shut the door behind her. the only thing separating the two figures were BARS, nothing else. a hand revealed her face, which was previously hid by the coat, & handed over a small plate, along with a lantern ( perhaps it would have helped to lighten up the freezing floor,) .
❛ i hope i wasn’t ——————— intruding your night-rest. i just — wanted to bring you these, mother. ❜
♛ | ❛ —————– BEWARE ; FOR ALL WHO SERVE you will BETRAYyou in the end. ‘twas the mantra her long departed father had uttered when in the presence of royalty. servants chattered & muttered amidst one another, s e v e r i n g ties to their master’s when time was of the essence. attitudes shifted with the tides, skittering like vermin to bask in what party would claim the last shred of power. the WORLD had been at her feet to forge an EMPIRE for the dawning of a NEW ERA & as that wretch’s teeth broke the tender peel of that POISONED APPLE all of her fortunes were made !
but as she unsheathed the dagger to carve the still heart from her petite frame, fingers itching to ( c r a c k! ) open ribs & claim the Queen’s prize, the arrow pierced her shoulder, forcing her back into the brush from the corpse. slowly the shroud of the hideous aged hag melted away whilst crimson seeped from the wound, vision blurring as she watched on in HORROR. with TRUE LOVE’S KISS the SLEEPING DEATH was defeated& in their triumph they mounted the prince’s mighty steed to return to their kingdom.
shackles clung to her limbs like the tattered remnants of the peddler’s robes, raven tresses in shambles, porcelain skin coated in dirt & grim from the cell’s sickening floor. crouched in a corner, face hidden from view, her laughter echoed throughout the void as the sweet princess’ ruling was heard. how WEAK. how FOOLISH. that girl was an IMBECILE not to have executed the Queen, not to have BURNED her upon the pyre, not to have CLEAVED her regal head from her shoulders. it left her the necessary time & solitude to plan her VENGEANCE. yet silence was shattered by that nauseating voice torturing her ears, a low serpentine hiss escaping at the noise, no attention paid to Snow White’s presence but her retort.
❛ do NOT speak as if you are my daughter, USURPER. your mere presence is torture enough. ❜
