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"Oh no! I forgot about the pie!"
Snow flew to the oven, kicking herself mentally for being distracted. She knew from the smell that all hope was lost for this particular pie- she would have to make another.
She pulled it out and her fear was confirmed: the crust was not a light tan with kisses of heat on the top, but rather an ugly hardened beige. She could tell just from sight that the dry crust would crumble at the slightest touch.
"Oh well," she said cheerily to the two bluebirds in the window. "At least the dwarves wont be home for a few more hours. I'll have just enough time to make another."
Her rosy red lips broke into a smile, and she hummed her way over to the counter and picked up her rolling pin. She turned to face the wasted pie and the remainder of her dough, the smile still wide on her face and a song on her lips.
She stopped mid turn and the heavy rolling pin fell to the wooden floor with a huge clatter. The pie was no longer there: in its place was a beautifully dangerous and familiar red apple. Though still in shock, Snow managed to look around and realize that she was no longer in the cute little cottage. She was deep in a forest, darkness pressing in like velvet cloth. A wrenching scream cut through the darkness like a knife, shrill and desperate. Snow hadn't made a sound, but recognized it as her own. Again and again, screams pounded her ears, so shrill and frightening that she felt her knees buckling as she forced her hands to her ears. She felt a presence behind her and quickly thrashed around to see David, the apple falling from his hand, freshly bitten. This time the scream that rang through the night spilled fresh from her mouth. David's eyes bulged as he raised his hands to his throat, clawing and gripping desperately...
Her eyes flew open as she flung herself into a sitting position on the bed. Her pale skin was covered in a sheen of glossy sweat.
A nightmare... it was just another nightmare.
Once this realization dawned on her she let out a small choked sob, relieved that her beloved was safe.
You should be used to those by now, Snow. You only had to go through them for four years...
She put her hand to her forehead, brushing away the black curls that were adhered to her face by unwelcome moisture. Her hands were clammy and shaking.
Calm down! Everything is fine. You marry your Prince today.
Snow beamed as she remembered. The last few weeks had been glorious. She and David were inseparable- he took her on long horse rides throughout the kingdom, danced with her across the ballroom, and had even brought her to see her stout friends in their beautiful cottage. The more time she spent with him, the more her love began to take root and grow.
The nightmares however had been getting worse. After the prince saved her they almost completely subsided for a week or so... but they were slowly creeping back into her comfortable nights in the prince's bed (which he had given up to her until the wedding- he resided in a small but luxurious guest room in another section of the castle). She thought, briefly, of telling David about the horrors the poison had inflicted on her while she "slept"... but then pulled herself together and gently reminded herself of the oath she had made when she was a little girl. Never push your pain onto others. She had made it her life's goal to always be sweet, loving, and happy; regardless of the endless abuse from her stepmother, regardless of how scrubbing the stone floors for 6 hours a day tore the very skin from her hands, regardless of the crushing pain and flood of tears that constantly crashed against her psyche when she thought of how much she missed her father. Her father...
Stop being so weak, she told herself as her eyes pricked with the sting of imminent tears. He was gone. He had been gone for a long time. It was pointless to mope and cry over something she had no control over. She hummed a few measures of "Someday my Prince Will Come," and she felt the weight of emotion lift from the metaphorical shoulders of her mind. Music was her release, her go-to pain killer for all of life's cruel twists and turns. This is mainly why she loved animals so much- the singing of the birds had helped her escape her inner tortures. Naturally the love she had for them developed into a love for all creatures. Animals were innocent. They could not torture you or threaten you- if you treated them with kindness they loved you unconditionally. She felt the same way for every living creature. She loved others and naturally expected love in return- and for the most part she had found that they did- but she now was well aware there were exceptions and they were not to be trifled with or underestimated.
Snow shivered despite the sweat still glistening on her frail body. Why had her father married such a cruel person? She knew he wasn't an unintelligent man, even though she had only known him when she was a very small child. Perhaps the Queen hadn't been so bad at the time- but she couldn't recall the days of their courtship. Only the despair of loss that had enveloped her when she heard of his death. Snow furrowed her brow slightly. Come to think of it... she didn't know what the cause of his death was.
A second chill swept through her body, and she grasped the blankets covering her closer to her chest unconsciously. The trail of thoughts streaming through her mind frightened her more than her nightmare. She tried to push them out of her mind but they kept roaming to the forefront, screaming for her attention.
The Queen killed my father.
She started to hum again, determined not to accuse the Queen of something so horrifying. Surely she couldn't...? But then she remembered- all too well- the Queen had tried to murder her, and more than once at that. She stopped humming immediately when she realized how loud her adamant humming had become. The sounds she had been making were closer to screeches trapped by her pursed lips. She looked around as a natural impulse, half expecting to see someone in the room watching what must have appeared to be an almost psychotic episode.
She quickly got out of bed. Feeling her feet touch the cold floor grounded her back in reality. She was in David's castle, she was safe, and she was going to be wed in a matter of hours. She contemplated going back to bed for a split second before talking herself out of it, rationalizing that since she was already up she should stay that way, but deeper down she was terrified of having another nightmare. Seeing David choke to death on a poisoned apple was more than she could handle right now.
She crept to the closet and quickly and quietly changed into a simple but elegant dress and shoes. At the last second she decided to bring her new apron with her. Technically all of her clothes were new clothes... she only had one real dress to begin with- and she no longer truly fit into it. David had informed her- when she, in horror, realized her body was entirely different than she remembered- that she had been in the glass coffin for 5 years. She was now just shy of twenty years old. Her voice was no longer that of a coloratura soprano- it closer resembled a rich alto tone. She left David's room and made way for her favorite place: the kitchens.
The fact that she had no idea what time of night it was didn't bother her... she was now on a mission. Years of involuntary servitude had taught her a few things- one of which was to never let yourself be idle. Keep working and time will go by much faster. She actually thoroughly enjoyed working. David, bless his heart, was used to being waited on hand and foot. Snow knew she would never get used to that kind of lifestyle- nor did she want to. She loved the feeling of accomplishment, of seeing the results of your actions manifest in a clean floor or a delicious meal. She had been reprimanded several times by the castle's servants- begging 'her Majesty' to stop cleaning, stop cooking, let them do it for her... but they eventually had stopped when she continued to insist. She liked all of the staff in the castle. They were all very kind and hard working. David had found her a few days previously in the kitchens, with all twenty or so of his cooks lazing about her in a circle as she told them a funny story about Dopey, all of them completely enraptured with her passion and kindness. He stood by the door to wait for the end of her story, but she seemed to sense his presence and immediately dropped what she was doing and glided over to him. The cooks all seemed to awake from a daze and quickly returned to their tasks. They had the air of a child being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Snow smiled back at them and gave a reassuring wink. David had drawn her close as he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her hair with his nose.
"The staff will never get anything done with you around, my dear. It is impossible to be in the same room with you and not devour your every move."
Remembering the way his arms felt around her waist, the way he took deep breaths while his face was in her hair... it sent a wave of excitement through her and made her stomach flip. She had been slightly wary her first few days with David, afraid that he was too good to be true. She watched behind a mask of pure content for something that would reveal him as anything less than she pictured- a brave, loving hero- but her affection had only grown as she watched him interact with his subjects. He was going to be a very good King. He knew what needed to be done and he commanded others with not only the expected authority, but also respect. He was not arrogant in the slightest (although used to fine things and comfort, but there wasn't anything wrong with that) and he genuinely loved his subjects and his duties. Those lips aren't too bad either, she thought, smiling and suddenly giddy. Maybe she should go wake him...
No, she thought, pushing away the thought hesitantly. What she needed right now was to bring herself back... to trap all her bad thoughts in the back of her mind and prepare herself to become the Queen- not of David's kingdom, but of her own. David had explained it to her the night before. David's parents were currently taking care of the western kingdom (the one she currently resided in) but the northern kingdom, long ruled by the noble White family, had long been neglected thanks to the rule of the Queen. She had cut off all trade and communication with the other kingdoms, fired every servant with the exception of the huntsman, shut herself in the castle, and refused to see any of her subjects or tend to any matters of the land. It saddened Snow to know that her father's kingdom was no longer prosperous and bountiful but desolate and hopeless in the eyes of her people. So Snow and David would go to live in the castle that was rightfully hers, and when the time came that David's parents could no longer take care of the Western kingdom, they would join the kingdoms together and jointly rule them. She had felt a moment of hesitation when she learned they would be moving to the castle she had endured so much torture in, but quickly moved on when she thought of the need of the people- her people. They would be leaving for the Northern kingdom tomorrow.
Realization dawned on Snow that she was not paying attention to where she was going, and had absolutely no idea where she was. The walls where intermittently lit by torches, spaced barely close enough to provide a steady source of light as she walked. How long have I been walking?
She was in a narrow hallway and faced a dead end in the form of a closed door. There were no other doors nearby, and looking back she only saw that the hall turned out of sight a short ways away. She was slightly confused... hadn't David given her a tour on her first day? She didn't remember this particular hallway, but then again she had been distracted, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of raw emotion she had felt upon awakening from her five years of hell. Curiosity overtook her and she cautiously opened the door and entered the dark room. There was a single torch burning by the door, which she grabbed and wielded in the unfamiliar space. The room was by no means ominous or foreboding- David's castle was welcoming and lovely in every way. The floor was made from marble that swirled with grey and white; specks of shimmer glistening occasionally. The walls of the room were composed of the same material, but thick burgundy curtains draped across the walls, most likely to soften the brightness of the marble. The room was empty with the exception of a very large, oval mirror hanging on the wall opposite the door. Snow inhaled sharply. This... this was a magic mirror. It was eerily similar to the mirror she knew resided in her own castle, deep within the Queen's chambers. She drew nearer to the mirror but stumbled when she realized the darkness prevented her from seeing the small couple of stairs- the mirror was on a raised platform.

She gazed at the mirror, seeing her partial reflection as light flickered and danced from the torch, choosing to light a part of her and then flitting away to another. It certainly wasn't difficult to see her own face. Her skin was so pale it was like she was a ghost.
Not entirely sure the mirror was indeed of a magic quality, Snow decided to put it through a test. She cleared her throat with a cough and hesitantly spoke.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall?"
Nothing happened. Snow spoke louder, with more confidence.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall!"
Silence.
Huh. Why in the world would there be a random room in a strange corner of the castle with a giant mirror in it if it wasn't a magic mirror? Was she just not saying the right thing? Frankly she had only heard the Queen summon the slave in the mirror once, because she was cleaning the hallway outside her chambers and the Queen hadn't noticed... well- she hadn't noticed immediately. Snow shuddered and pushed the memory back with force. What was with her today? She had been training herself her entire life not to dwell on the past. She controlled her memories and emotions. She was in control...
She made a mental note to question David about the mirror the next time she saw him... but realized without being disappointed in the slightest the next time she would lay eyes on him would be when she walked down the aisle.
A kick of nerves in her stomach overshadowed her joy, but barely. It wasn't the wedding that made her nervous- on the contrary, it brought her more happiness than she had ever known- true, unbridled happiness instead of happy frosting on a crappy childhood cake. No, it was the wedding night that made her anxious, the fear of the unknown. Snow was a confident person in almost every way. She had no doubts she could lead her kingdom with as much power and grace as her family before her. She took on any task or endeavor with a smile and a song and she conquered everything set before her. David had to continually ask her with awe in his voice, "Are you sure you've never ridden a horse before? You really haven't waltzed before? You must be lying... no one picks up archery this quickly!"
But a dark whisper in the back of her mind told her she was in trouble. She had almost no knowledge of what was in store. The only time she had ever witnessed a wedding was her father's to the Queen, and the only reason she knew something... special happened afterwards was because of the playful but hushed remarks the servants made when they didn't realize she was listening. She had a feeling it had to do with the way she felt when David kissed her- the driving hunger for him to continue and do more, but she didn't know what more there was. Did David know what was going to happen? He seemed to know more about kissing, she was sure of that. Following the first day when he had kissed her, driven by his unsatisfied need to assure himself she was real... she had made sure that anytime their lips met it was short, sweet, and to the point. Of course, this had been difficult since she had thoroughly enjoyed how he had kissed her before... the memory of it always made her stomach curl and flip.
She forced it out of her mind with a song and walked with purpose to the kitchens. A faint light was starting to trail in through the high windows lining the hall, and with the light came a feeling of peace and the drive to action. She had plenty to do, and all this unnecessary reminiscing and worrying about things she couldn't control was pointless. As she approached the kitchens, she realized that it was already busy with activity. People were flitting in and out, carrying various trays and bowls and foods with an excitement of purpose. Snow had not expected this- she had pictured the huge kitchens empty and quiet, allowing her to create in peace. Snow wrinkled her nose, realizing how silly that had been- of course it was going to be busy! Today was going to be the biggest celebration David's kingdom had seen in a few decades. She had been told how many people would be there- hundreds and hundreds, all trying to get a glimpse of the missing White princess from the North- and David planned on being a very gracious host. The food would be extravagant, the music beautiful, and the decorations elegant.
A servant carrying a large wooden crate of apples was walking towards the kitchen doors from the opposite end of the hallway, struggling slightly under the weight. She saw he was much taller than she, but was probably no more than 16. His thin shoulders strained with effort, and his feet looked as though they had grown faster than the rest of his body. Sure enough, the moment she observed them he tripped slightly over nothing, and though he regained composure before falling, an apple fell from the crate and rolled towards her. She hurried forward to help him, but he recovered fast and she gracefully stooped to pick up the apple.
"Are you alright?" she asked him, a warm smile on her lips and a sincere glow in her eyes. The boy was visibly embarrassed, and even more so when his eyes widened in recognition.
"Y... Yes your majesty..." He sputtered, head bowing so low that his forehead nearly touched the apples.
"I'm so glad." She beamed at him as his head lifted, reassuring him that all was well.

He nervously smiled back. He had heard of her beauty but didn't believe it until seeing it now for himself... She was an angel. Flawless white complexion, inky black, lustrous hair... and incredibly full, red lips. Her dark brown eyes contained a light that seemed to pierce through him, as though she could see into his very soul. His eyes trailed down her thin neck, following the natural line of her collarbone, down to the slope of her small but enticing breasts. The dress she wore, though thoroughly modest, enhanced the curves and dips of her young body. He continued to follow the lines of her dress down to her small, tight waist- which turned into full, round hips. He realized with a lurch of terror that he was gazing at the body of the future queen. His face flushed red as he looked up to her. She didn't notice anything amiss- from her perspective the way his eyes lingered was merely respectful awe.
She moved forward to meet him and lifted the apple, placing it gracefully in the center of the crate.
"There we are- All is well." Her cheery tone filled him with warmth.
"I don't think we've met. I am Snow White. There is no need to call me your Majesty or anything of the sort."
She looked at him expectantly, awaiting the return introduction. He stared blankly at her, waiting a bit longer than was comfortable to answer.
"James! My name is James, your Majesty."
"Tsk, tsk James. What did I just say?" She laughed freely at his stunned expression before placing a hand gently on the side of his arm. "Call me Snow."
"Sorry your Majes- I mean... Snow."
"That's better! Keep up the good work, James."
Snow walked away towards her room, unaware of the open-mouth gaping directed at her back as she turned the corner.
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