div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"CHAPTER ONE /div
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div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I crouched behind a tree, hiding. Nobody needed to know I was here. Ashlynn was home with the kids and I was waiting for Daring to show up. Sure enough, he came down the path on a white horse, his horse leading the way while he looked in the mirror. He smiled and ran his hands through his white-blond hair. "Fairest Snow White!" He called as he jumped off of his horse, running over to the glass coffin. He kissed her lips and she awakened, stretching as if she had just awakened from a nap. "My fairest princess, will you marry me?" Daring asked, on one knee. Apple didn't blink twice. "YES!" She yelled. And happily ever after began. /div
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div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" And then she showed up. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" "I always miss all the fun." The cloaked woman said. "I'm too late for my own step-daughter's engagement!" She cackled beautifully. Her face was shadowed beneath a hood, but I knew who it was. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I wanted to touch her all over, to crush her lips with mine and never pull back. But she wasn't mine anymore. She belonged to her Good King. And besides, I had Ashlynn. She was a good wife. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" Raven was here, right in front of me. But she wasn't MY Raven. She was different. Her smudged purple eyeshadow had disappeared and all the makeup she wore was a thin black stroke of eyeliner that passed her eyebrow. And her violet eyes, which once held so much light, now were steely and unfeeling. Once a layered purple skirt and black collared sleeveless was now a jet black dress, with black lace climbing up it and a sloping neckline, so low you could see part of her boobs. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" She looked at me coldly. "Who ARE you? And why are you here?" She demanded. I pulled down my hood. My cowlicky hair shot up immediately. "I'm here to watch my brother save the princess." I replied. "And I believe you're here to do the same." Raven stared in shock. "Dexter Charming?" She whispered. "In the flesh." I admitted, embarrassed for some reason. She pulled down her hood and brought her lips to mine. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I tangled my fingers in her long black hair. Her hands were around my neck. "Dexter." She whispered. And she ran off into the darkness of the woods, her black cloak disappearing behind the trees. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I stood in silence for a while. Nobody was at the glass coffin anymore. I should go home to Ashlynn, I thought. But I couldn't. I walked in the direction of the tall spires looming above the trees. Queen Castle. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I crouched behind a tree, hiding. Nobody needed to know I was here. Ashlynn was home with the kids and I was waiting for Daring to show up. Sure enough, he came down the path on a white horse, his horse leading the way while he looked in the mirror. He smiled and ran his hands through his white-blond hair. "Fairest Snow White!" He called as he jumped off of his horse, running over to the glass coffin. He kissed her lips and she awakened, stretching as if she had just awakened from a nap. "My fairest princess, will you marry me?" Daring asked, on one knee. Apple didn't blink twice. "YES!" She yelled. And happily ever after began. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" And then she showed up. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" "I always miss all the fun." The cloaked woman said. "I'm too late for my own step-daughter's engagement!" She cackled beautifully. Her face was shadowed beneath a hood, but I knew who it was. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I wanted to touch her all over, to crush her lips with mine and never pull back. But she wasn't mine anymore. She belonged to her Good King. And besides, I had Ashlynn. She was a good wife. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" Raven was here, right in front of me. But she wasn't MY Raven. She was different. Her smudged purple eyeshadow had disappeared and all the makeup she wore was a thin black stroke of eyeliner that passed her eyebrow. And her violet eyes, which once held so much light, now were steely and unfeeling. Once a layered purple skirt and black collared sleeveless was now a jet black dress, with black lace climbing up it and a sloping neckline, so low you could see part of her boobs. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" She looked at me coldly. "Who ARE you? And why are you here?" She demanded. I pulled down my hood. My cowlicky hair shot up immediately. "I'm here to watch my brother save the princess." I replied. "And I believe you're here to do the same." Raven stared in shock. "Dexter Charming?" She whispered. "In the flesh." I admitted, embarrassed for some reason. She pulled down her hood and brought her lips to mine. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I tangled my fingers in her long black hair. Her hands were around my neck. "Dexter." She whispered. And she ran off into the darkness of the woods, her black cloak disappearing behind the trees. /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" /div
div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Wide; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);" I stood in silence for a while. Nobody was at the glass coffin anymore. I should go home to Ashlynn, I thought. But I couldn't. I walked in the direction of the tall spires looming above the trees. Queen Castle. /div