The Prince woke suddenly and glanced out of the large castle window. It was still nightfall but to his dismay, the woman he loved was nowhere in sight. His first thought was an irrational one, that the evil Queen had somehow found his fair Snow White and had taken her away. But that was impossible. The Queen was dead. He'd seen it happen with his own eyes.

However, he still remembered the heartache he'd felt when he thought that Snow White was dead. The little men brought bouquets of flowers, bowing their heads in sorrow as they keeled before her. She lay in a coffin made of glass, where, even in death she looked so beautiful. And it only increased his sorrow.

With tears in his eyes, he moved closer, smiling sadly at the mourners who were at her side. The deer, bunnies and squirrels loved her and they too, were sad. In respect, he removed his feathered hat and went to her, singing a love song in her honor. Perhaps, he hoped, she'd be able to hear it in heaven. When he reached her, he moved his face toward hers and kissed her ruby red lips.

And then he bowed his head, wishing that this moment wasn't real. But then the most incredible thing happened. Her eyes fluttered open and she held out her arms, allowing him to sweep her into his own. It was truly a dream come true.

Overjoyed, he carried her to his white stallion where she kissed each little man on the head, saying goodbye. For it was time to start their new life together.

And what a life it was.

Now he couldn't hide his worry. It was late and she needed her rest. But where could she be? He was just about to search the castle when he saw her. She was standing on the balcony, staring at the night sky. He went to her at once, wanting so desperately to hold her in his arms. But something wasn't right.

Her beautiful smile was gone and her expression was one of sadness. He didn't want to frighten her but he couldn't bear to see her so upset. And so, he walked toward her, slowly reaching out to touch her silky black hair.

She turned at once, gasping at the sight of him. "Oh!"

"I'm sorry I frightened you, my love." He said quietly. "But I woke and couldn't find you. I was worried!" As gently as possible he touched her chin with his fingertips, turning her face toward him. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?"

The question was meant as one of concern, but that was all it took for his princess to fall into his arms, crying as though she might never stop.