I suddenly find myself, trapped in a room, and with each pair of accusing eyes; it seems to only get smaller. I see no one here willing to befriend me, no one will speak up for me. For the first time I am alone, I cannot talk my way out of this. Fear grips my chest, my knees weaken; how could this happen to me? Of noble birth, sent to America, I will never live down the shame. Then, the people of the court begin to bow, and she I hear that reached, angelic voice. I turn slowly they are bowing to her. I knew, ever since that day, that awful day he died, and gave his love to her, not me, his wife, I've hated her. And now…now I find myself bowing before her. She, the girl I treated as a servant for these many years, is saving me. My voice is strong as I speak, inquiring of my fate, though I can feel myself quake in terror though I seem calm. {Keeping a calm exterior is a learned talent. One I pride myself on, even at this moment.}Yes…she is kind, one of her many faults. I try and not let my loathing seep threw my gaze, as I kneel before her, my fate ringing in my ears. This is my rescue, to be a servant? Now I owe what little useless life I'll have, to this wench. Stealing the prince from my beloved daughter, stealing my husband's last words for herself. Even after all I've done to her, she shows me mercy. I hate her with every inch of my being. I am above her, yet here she stands before me, a silver crown upon her head, regale and forgiving, but not forgetting. Damn her, damn her for her kindness, for her love, and for her bravery.
Kathleen: Wellll, this is torts the end of the movie, in case you couldn't tell. From that evil evil stepmother's pov. Please R&R thank you.