She made a good enough servant, though the rags had not worked as the queen wished. There was nothing it seemed that could deny the girl of her beauty. Not only did the queen see that, but also that pesky prince, the boy who seemed as if he would never leave back to his home kingdom, and the peasants who came to complain to her. Their eyes passed over the girl, lust running through their veins as they saw the fair girl.
For a moment, the queen stood and surveyed her. Snow White stood tall and straight, her blood red lips turned in a slight smile and her blue eyes wide. Even dressed in rags and holding a push broom, there was nothing that the queen could do to hide the girl's beauty.
With one quick, long, and careful step, she closed the gap between them. The push broom dug into her skin, and she quickly tore it from Snow White's hand; the sound of it crashing against the floor echoed through the stony hallways.
"If you are wondering about the chores that you asked me to do for you-"
The queen placed a finger over her lips, freezing the girl in her place. Even with wide eyes only then showing fear (she was beautiful, the queen would admit, but far too naive), she looked beautiful. Her already pale skin lightened even more.
Wordlessly, the queen put her hand on the girl's chin and moved her head. Even after all the work that she had put her through, she still looked glorious. It was as if she had some sort of enchantment over (and the queen would hardly be surprised if she really did).
She leaned closer and closer, the girl ever quiet.
"What is it about you?" the queen asked, running some fingers through her hair. "What makes you so beautiful, so perfect?"
Snow White only remained silent, her eyes ever wide.
The queen turned away from her. Her footsteps echoed throughout the hall.
"You are to go clean the upper stairwell." As beautiful as she was, she was also useful. With her around, the queen had been able to cut quite a few unneeded extra staff.
"Yes." From the corner of her eye, the queen watched Snow White lean down and pick up the push broom from the ground. "I will be right on it, Your Highness."
The queen had to attend to the prince; he had spent too much time dawdling around in this castle, pretending to know of politics. He could return to his kingdom empty handed - the queen could care less.
The sooner that he was out, the better. With him away, the queen could find Snow White's secret alone.