I was inspired by the story Child here on fanfic. So, here's MY story, and no offense to the author of that!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Disney characters, though you probably figured that out. This is, if you didn't read the summary, Snow White's story, and is the first of six for each princess! I'm guessing each story will have about ten chapters or so, but it may change. Oh! And I named the prince Char (no offense to Gail Carson Levine!) because I couldn't think of anything else.

SNOW WHITE'S POV

"My dear princess," said Char, entwining his fingers with mine.

"Mhmm?" I murmured, yawning.

"I love you," he said, kissing my neck. I giggled softly.

"And Delia?" he asked, watching me sit up.

"Fine; I suppose she's still sleeping," I said, referring to our one-week old newborn, Princess Delia Katharein Juliana Fran Van Dijk Luthekaima. I had put her to bed last night, and had insisted that I take care of her fully, like a true mother should. My mother, Juliana, had dismissed my nurse several times in order to take care of me herself.

Char and I took turns taking care of our dear little Delia; last night was my turn. I never felt disobliged to hug and kiss her, and cuddle her and feed her; I was her mother, after all.

"Let's go see her," said Char. He missed her deeply whenever he was let to go and sleep, but gratified that he was given the opportunity to rest.

He jumped up quickly, and sped off to his daughter's room. I laughed as he reentered the room and put on his robe, then left again.

I took my time putting on my dressing gown, and when I went down the hall towards Delia's nursery, I found Char completely engrossed in her little cooing.

"She's as beautiful as you are, my love," he whispered. I smiled, and watched over the little pink basinet.

"Excuse me, you're Highnesses, but the King would like a word with the both of you," announced a young servant-boy named Jace. I had gotten to know the young boy over the past two years that I had lived in the castle.

At first, I was quite surprised that such a young boy could work so diligently. Jace was merely five, but he spoke clearly and persistently, and acted very mature around Char and I. However, I knew that around his friends, who were also servants' children and resided in the castle, Jace was hyper and silly.

"Thank you, sir. We shall be there shortly," said Char, not taking his eyes off Delia.

"Not to worry, Son, I am already here."

Char turned his body, but it took him a good few slow moments to take his eyes off Delia.

"Father; I did not know you were present. Thank you, Jace, you may go," said Char. I smiled at my father-in-law, who was as much a father to me as I could ever dream.

"Now, Char, I have news for you and your wife. I do not know how you will take it, but—"

King Wilmer shut the door behind him, and wobbled closer to the basinet we were huddled over.

"—I do know that you won't like it."