Chapter I: A Fatal Day

Let me tell you a dark story about envy, betrayal and seduction. It is the true tale of Snow White and the Sleeping Beauty as we know it today. A tale woven from ashes, whispered during the Dark Ages in a land of fairy-tales enchanting. This tale is about two sisters, and much to the dismay of their old poor mother who happened to be a widow, they hated each other like enemies since birth.

The younger sister was sixteen, and she was named Snow-White. She was born on a night with a full moon and falling snow, a shadowed landscape and cloudy sky. Her hair was black, silky and long. Her eyes were smoky grey like the mists of the dark woods.

These eyes had a sharp glimpse in them whenever she glared at someone, and a wickedly twisted sense of irresistible cunning sensuality. You would often catch her moving her fingers through her hair as if combing her delicate strands while bending her neck and lay her eyes upon something above as if lost in magic.

Snow-White's skin was pale like the moonlight. She possessed soft curves and would often wear a black underbust corset to reveal her immaculately grown breasts.

There was something in her laugher that prevailed in the hearts of weak men. It had a low tone, it was short and sounded so cheeky that one could envision her smirking.

Her nose was straight and sharp. Her lips were full and red. She had a habit of biting her lower lip to reveal her elongated eye teeth. That way, she seemed like a vampiress yet everyone knew she was just a simple human girl craving for attention.

The second sister was a year and a half older than Snow-White. Her name was Rose-Red, and she was born during a much bright summer day. Unlike her darker sister, she looked like an angel. Her locks were shoulder-length, strawberry blonde and just as shiny as gold. Her eyes were a light sky-blue like the heavens above. They had a glimpse of innocent purity but god knows how pure she was in reality. She moved with grace, slow and tranquil was her gaze, and embraced her femininity. She had a classical beauty anyone would die for, and was proud of it. Her sister, even though she was sexy, did not possess such a beauty. Yet Snow-White was more naturally sensual and would outshine Rose-Red in terms of seduction. She too wore corsets, often coloured royal red but did not have a lot of bust to show off. Yet she possessed soft curves like her sister and had long legs that she revealed from time to time. Her lips were as red as Snow-White's but her eyebrows were less darker because of her fair hair. They had a finer shape and her nose was long and thin. Every time she smiled one could notice she had high cheekbones that appeared blushed as a contrast to her generally pale skin. Her laughter sounded like a childlike giggle.. playful and full of life. She tended to attract men with a youthful spirit to her sense of adventure. When she spoke her voice was soft and serene like a bird's cheerful song in springtime, and she was good at singing beautifully. Rose-Red loved taking walks in the forest during daylight for she loathed the night and feared it ever since her father died by the fangs of a werewolf once upon a midnight. Rose-Red's beauty was more ethereal, and Snow-White's was earthly.

These two sisters never got along for they were too different. Their lonely mother never urged them to solve this issue. As time moved on the hate between them would grow stronger until one fateful day there was no turning back….

It was a winter night. There was a knock on the door and Rose-Red rushed to open it up.

At first, she was terrified because she thought it might've been a dark creature. But a gentle, manly voice urged her to open up and not to be afraid.

"I am Prince Raven Elwood. Please, let me in. I'm half frozen and I merely want to warm up a little at your place," he said behind the door.

Rose-Red felt he meant no harm and unlocked the door in hope to truly see the real prince.

There stood a man with dark hair tied into a low ponytail against the back of his neck. He had bewildered hazel eyes, frowning eyebrows and thin lips. His skin looked tanned although it was winter. The prince was wearing royal clothes. His shoulders were decorated by metal plates and his back by a red satin cape with a huge golden symbol of the bear – the sign of noble blood in this kingdom. He exhaled and looked exhausted. The air he breathed was cold and the wind was a chilling breeze.

Rose-Red bowed in front of him. She was wearing a long red skirt with a corset of the same colour on a white blouse. Her golden hair had been wildly combed so it appeared soft and free. There was a moment of awkward silence between them as his eyes explored her beauty carefully.

"Y-yes… you may face me now, young lady," he muttered and gulped.

Rose-Red smiled sincerely and looked into his eyes with a gaze as pure as a star. For the first time in her life she felt like she had fallen in love. Raven's eyes widened as he felt his breath was taken away. He did not even notice his mouth was slightly gaping. But when he realized he felt embarrassment yet he hid it well and remained as proud as he could. Rose-Red giggled, cast her eyes to the side and politely showed him the way in to sit in front of the fire.

"Your Majesty, please stay her for a moment. I will go upstairs and bring you a clean chair to sit on."

He nodded calmly and she ran up the stairs in a hurry to please the prince. She caught Snow-White emerging into her sight from the corner of her eye but she tried to ignore her. Yet Snow-White made it hard for her not to notice anything by bumping against Rose-Red's shoulder as she moved by in a peaceful yet arrogant manner. Rose-Red snapped at her with a fed-up sigh and frowned as she looked over her shoulder.

Snow-White had heard about the prince's presence in their cottage and was eager to see him. She walked downstairs slowly into a room that felt much warmer, lit by a fire. She was wearing a long black skirt, a white blouse and a black corset. Her hair was divided into three parts: there were locks on both sides on the front, and the third part of her thick hair was elegantly resting on her back. She proceeded further until she felt the distance was suitable.

"Are you the prince?" she asked.

Raven Elwood turned his head, not expecting another beauty to stand in front of him. He raised his eyebrows automatically as he eyed the curves of her body. Snow-White was very much aware of the attention she received yet she pretended to be as innocent as ever. His eyes were fixed on her face, he frowned slightly. Then, as if he could not help himself, they moved away from that face to her chest, and Snow-White knew why.

"Would you like a cup of hot tea, Your Highness? You must be numb."

"Ah. Yes, please."

He tried to smile but he turned his head away quickly to gather his thoughts. He was there to pick a bride. Yes, a bride. The king had told him it was the time for his son to choose one for he feared his life was fading slowly, and he needed to know that his son could rule the kingdom with a strong queen at his side. He needed to know his legacy and bloodline would continue.

Raven remembered the words of his father well. They were haunting in his mind.

"The rightful queen is one of beauty, grace and wisdom. Your heart will recognize her for she is the one you will truly fall in love with.. madly and deeply. Yet do not confuse madness with lust for it will lead you astray. And do not choose a woman who stands on the side of injustice. If you'll remember and take my advice as a guide – you will know the right moment. And remember son.. everything… the future of our kingdom, the future of the Elwoods.. depend on you from now on!"

The prince sighed and scratched his head as he tried to recall the moment he met Rose-Red. He had felt something special when he looked at her but then again he also felt something when he saw Snow-White standing before him. He did not know how to distinguish these feelings from one another, and he admitted to himself he was more than just confused. He had been to every cottage and house there was in this kingdom, seen every young girl, yet nobody seemed to have the true potential of becoming a queen. They just never managed to capture his heart and enchant him in a spell of love.. nor madness.

"Your Highness?" he recognized the voice of Rose-Red. He turned around and saw she had brought him a fine chair. He thanked her and sat down. Rose-Red was just about to ask him something but Snow-White marched in. She was holding a cup of tea in her hand.

She walked closer to the fire and consciously bent down as she placed it onto a table in front of the prince. Raven could not help but become mesmerized by her presence again. Rose-Red became slightly irritated and broke the silence with an abrupt, direct question: "So, may I ask why you are here, Your Majesty?"

The prince smiled. "Please, just call me Raven. I feel uncomfortable when being called His Majesty all the time."

"Oh…. I'm sorry… Your.. um, Raven."

Snow-White rolled her eyes and laid down in front of the burning, hot fire on her side with her head resting on her palm, and her elbow against the floor. She let out a long, quiet sigh. Snow-White's eyes had a glimpse of sly sensuality as she proudly demonstrated her desire.

"I…. well, I am looking for a bride. The kingdom needs a new queen. So, I am here to stay for a few days… to get to know both of you," he said with a determined tone in his voice and sipped the tea.

Snow-White's eyes burned with greedy fire. Rose-Red inhaled as she was surprised, her eyes widened in renewed hope after hearing these news. But there was only one problem… Snow-White. She had to get rid off her somehow.

"And how many girls.. have you seen?" Snow-White asked him with a smirk, her eyes mischievously flirting with his. Raven told her he had seen all of the girls in the kingdom.

"And none of them were suitable? Then I am sure Rose-Red will enchant you with her beauty!" she laughed in a sarcastic way and glared at Rose-Red.

The prince chuckled a bit to avoid another awkward moment.

Rose-Red's eyebrows were raised as she knew that Snow-White was merely jealous of her beauty. She remained silently proud.

"Raven, if you stay here for a few days I'll go upstairs and make the bed for you in one of our finest guestrooms. Snow-White, make some dinner in the mean time," Rose-Red said harshly and left.

Snow-White giggled. "Oh, don't mind her! She has a temper," she said to hide her anger, and got up from the floor.

The prince smiled and assured her that she didn't have to rush with the dinner. Snow-White nodded and went to the kitchen. She knew exactly what to make for dinner: pork and roast potatoes. She started cooking immediately while humming to a dark melody.

Rose-Red hurried with the bed. She had always been very impatient. She decided to use red colour for the pillow, sheets and blanket. Rose-Red smirked as she was being thoughtful. The first meeting with the prince was a memory stuck in her head. She sighed and looked over the shoulder. The floor was dusty, it needed some cleaning. Rose-Red sang as she cleaned up the whole room pleasantly.

"Argh. That stupid voice again!" Snow-White frowned and felt jealousy as she heard the beautiful voice of her sister echoing from upstairs. Surely, the prince heard it too and that was not a good thing. No, not at all. Suddenly, she stopped cooking and stared blankly in front of her. A sly smirk emerged from the corner of her lips. She knew exactly what to do, and so she went to the cupboards to search for herbs. Snow-White's hands dug in herbs until she caught what she was looking for. Yes, she was going to make herbal tea.. to make her sister fall asleep during dinner. She giggled and continued cooking.

Meanwhile, Rose-Red was sweeping the floor and thinking of the prince. She was completely and totally in love with him. And she had to have him for herself.

Another hour had passed and finally dinner was ready to serve. Rose-Red lit a few candles on the table and sat down. Opposite her was sitting Snow-White, and the prince sat at the edge of the table as it was customary for royalty.

They started eating and the prince kept praising Snow-White's excellent food. Rose-Red played along yet deep inside she envied the fact that her sister got so much attention.

"Oh god! I almost forgot. We need something to drink as well!" Snow-White said with a fake cheerfulness, "and would you like, my sister?"

Rose-Red said she was in the mood for tea. Snow-White smirked and slowly went to the kitchen to prepare it. She used a purple herb, and it gave the hot liquid a strange blue colour. Snow-White served it for Rose-Red and then faced the prince.

"And you, my prince, you must have our homemade red wine! We are famous for making this. Did you know that?"

The prince shook his head to answer her question and politely accepted her offer. Royalty usually had wine, after all. Snow-White bit her lower lip as she was glad to see her plan was working. Rose-Red frowned as she carefully sipped tea from the spoon.

"This wine is.. excellent! I have never tasted anything like this before!"

Raven's eyes looked bewildered as the wine eagerly went down his throat and burnt him inside with desire. Snow-White had cut her finger on purpose and let a drop of her own blood fall into the red drink in the kitchen. She had whispered a spell of love and seduction in her mind as she had poured the wine into the chalice for the prince.

"Would you like to have some more, Raven?" Snow-White asked with satisfaction. "Oh. Yes, please," the prince said. Snow-White took the bottle and poured more into the chalice that met Raven's lips. "Enjoy," she said as she smirked and sat back into her chair.

"Ummm…. I feel a bit… sleepy…. Kinda dizzy.. I think.. I need to go.. to bed….," Rose-Red rubbed her eyes and blinked. Her sight was blurry. She yawned and leaned her back against the chair. She felt rather numb.

"Rose, I'll escort you to your room if you wish," the prince said politely and stood up. He walked over to Rose-Red, picked her up into his arms and carried her upstairs.

Snow-White watched with jealousy and anger as the prince held her beautiful sister. Raven's drunk eyes drowned in the sight of Rose-Red's beauty and traced her neckline. Finally, he had reached her room and laid her down onto her bed.

"Oh… thank you, Raven… my prince," she muttered and her arm let go of the prince's neck and weakly fell down. "Do not thank me, my rose," he whispered and Rose-Red saw him slowly bending his neck. Snow-White knew something was going on and silently sneaked upstairs, stood behind the door to her sister's room and peered through a hole. Raven leaned in and pressed his lips against Rose's. His hand moved to her cheek and caressed her face as he let out a blissful sigh. Rose-Red's eyes finally closed. Raven cleared his throat and started walking towards the door. Snow-White gasped and quickly ran downstairs, poured more wine into his chalice and sat down.

His slow steps echoed as he walked down the stairs to the table and grabbed his drink.

"Ohhh, this wine is delicious," Raven said with excitement. "Have more. Have more, my prince!" Snow-White encouraged him with eyes burning. They ate and drank, and soon enough the bottle was empty.

Rose-Red slowly opened her eyes as she heard a disturbing noise coming from the corridor. She wondered how she had fallen asleep and suddenly remembered the tea. Angrily, she got up but realized it was midnight. She grabbed a candle on a plate and lit it.

The noise seemed to get louder. She could not help herself and followed it with curiosity. Rose-Red felt nervous, her hands were slightly shaking as she tip-toed over the cold wooden floor. The noise came from the prince's room. She gulped as she stepped closer to his half open door and leaned forward from behind the wall. She gasped and placed her hand on her mouth as she witnessed an unexpected sight before her.

Snow-White's corset had been carelessly thrown onto the floor, and so were the rest of her clothes. The prince's clothes had joined them.

Snow-White was breathing hard, her long black hair messed up wildly. The moonlight shone upon her curves and flesh. Rose-Red could see Raven's hands travelling across her body. Snow-White licked over her red lips sensually and Raven placed his palms on her breasts. He squeezed them and started kneading in a circular motion. Snow-White let out a soft sigh. He had lusted after her since the moment he saw her lay in front of the fire, and he could not wait to taste her. Raven spread her legs and proceeded to enter her slowly. He stuck the tip of his tongue out and teased one side of her neck. Snow-White moaned and moved her head from side to side wildly as her hands played with her own hair. Suddenly, he started thrusting into her. He was as drunk as one could be. After a while, Snow-White got up and pushed him onto his back. She crawled on the floor like a cat and then proudly sat on top of him. He grabbed her hips to continue having sex with her. Snow-White moved slowly on him, letting out sighs and moans. Raven reached his hands out for her breasts once more. And as they moved in a rhythm that got faster and faster her breasts jumped up and down.

Rose-Red could not believe this. She felt so jealous of Snow-White's body that she decided to plot revenge. The plate on which the candle had been placed fell onto the floor with a crack and Snow-White's lustful, almost evil eyes were glowing in the dark, glaring and smirking at Rose-Red's shock and envy. She had done this on purpose for sure.. to produce an heir to the throne.

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