Disclaimer: Don't own snow white, or the movie idea, or HOA this is just something I wanted to try, if I get good reviews, I'll continue.

"Sister?" Mara knocked very gently on her sisters chambers. Her sister Amber, the beautiful one who ruled the kingdom. Being exactly one year older. Mara pushed open the door, her long red dress trailing along the floor, embroided with gold, a delicate gold crown upon her pretty head.

Amber was sat at her dressing table, and watched Mara through the reflection in the mirror "I am the queen, and you should address me as such, dear sister." Reminded Amber firmly. Mara nodded

"Sorry, your highness. I was just wondering, the murders that have been happening in the country. You exiled Rufus Zeno but another three have occurred. You killed the wrong man,"

Amber rose, turning to Mara. Her gold dress was large yet tight fitting, making her hair look lighter. "I made no mistake. The killings are not my concern."

"They're your people! You c-"

"Mara!" Amber yelled. And Mara quieted "This is obviously the work of a huntsman. And I have no reason to get my armies involved with a huntsman. No one will die."

Mara watched her sister for a moment. Before nodding, "Well the queen's word is final." And with that she left. Amber watched after her, reassuring herself that she had done the right thing.

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Seven more murders to the towns people. Amber sat in front of her mirror. Yes, seven more murders. She would look into it, she would. But she knew this was the work of an expert. All the people that had been murdered were not innocent. They had all done something wrong. Was it her fault that someone was helping her rid the streets of these criminals? Would she want to stop that?

She studied her reflection, trying to feel better. And sang softly to herself "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

And she waited for the words she always heard. The words that whispered 'You are, my dearest queen'

But they did not come.

Instead "You my queen are fair for far and wide, but Mara conquers most of our minds."

Amber went rigid, and without realising what she was doing, stood and screamed.

"Well then," she roared at the mirror "I'll just have to kill her." And then she calmed herself down, and hummed a tune no one could quite put their finger on "Lips red as blood, hair black as night. I'll have your heart, my dear, dear snow-white."

Mara who was on her way to say goodnight to her sister, when she heard the words. She looked around for someone else, but there were no servants anywhere on this side of the castle. Who would believe her?

So Mara ran, into the cold night, out of the castle, the place she had lived all her life. The place she loved. She ran, still in her red gown, gold crown still in perfect place on her head. And she didn't look back.

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It had been two days since Mara's disappearance. And Amber could not wait any longer in the hope she would return. So she called as assembly, only her and her 14 guards who stood in a long line down her red isle. She sat on her throne and waited for the mystery huntsman to arrive.

Yes, the huntsman. Amber may have been vain, but she had a heart, and she would not murder her own sister. That would be inhumane. So she would get an expert to do it. And someone who had been killing and never being caught seemed like an expert to her. She tilted her crown slightly, it was heavy on her head, and waited.

She had sent all her men on the job, and they had found him.

Jerome Clarke was dragged into the room. Two guards on either side of him, dressed in thick silver armour while he struggled against them.

"Hey! No need to touch the hair," they released him, and held down his shoulders so he was on his knees before the queen. He had mud on one side of his face, and was dressed in a more slimming suit of armour, a sword in his belt, which stupidly had not been taken off him, and a set of arrows slung across his back. His hair was in disarray, and yet his eyes were still a piercing blue.

Amber watched, impressed.

"Hello your majesty," he smirked in mock sincerity. "Finally caught me?" he winced as one of the guards pushed down on his shoulder more.

"Actually," Amber stood, dress flowing around her "I called you here for your help,"

Jerome's brow furrowed "What?" he asked bewildered.

"I need you to kill someone for me,"

"Fat chance," Jerome scoffed "I'm the huntsman. I kill who has done wrong, by my rules. I don't follow your orders." All of a sudden Amber was right in front of him, holding a dagger in front of his face

"You are not in the position to voice opinions," she hissed "I am your queen." Their eyes glared at one another, both completely different shades of blue. But blue eyes none the less.

"I am not your subject." Jerome stated back bravely, looking her right in the eye. And Amber knew, he wasn't going to sway.

"You will do as I say,"

"And if I refuse?" Jerome asked. Immediately all the guards pointed their swords at him in unison. Jerome blinked once.

"Guards, all of you, leave the room." Her fourteen guards all watched her for a moment "Go!" she commanded, and all of them left the room. Amber walked back to her throne, and sat down. Jerome stood on shaky legs.

"What?"

"I will offer you something, if you kill Mara Millington."

Jerome arched a delicate eye brow "Your sister? My my, someone's a very disturbed queen,"

"Take it or leave it-"

"Hey hey! Let's not be hasty," Jerome warned, placing a hand up to stop her "What exactly are you offering me?"

"Eternal wealth, leader of an army, whatever you want," Amber promised. Jerome couldn't help it, a smile broke into his dirty yet handsome face.

"I want an army consisting of exactly 1000 men, no more, no less. I want to lead them. They're mine, just mine."

"Done." Amber agreed "But to make sure you don't back out, I want you to take out my sisters heart, and place it in this box," Amber produced a deep red box, glittering with diamonds. Jerome stepped forward and took it, popping the dusty lid, to see a heart shaped hole in the blue velvet. "Put the heart in there, and bring it to me. And then you get your army."

Jerome closed the lid, and watched Amber thoughtfully. "Alright," he murmured, still thinking "Have you any idea where she would be?"

"The woods. She thinks it's a safe place. Find her, Huntsman."

Jerome smiled, bowing slightly, heading for the double door. But just before he left he turned back. "Any particular reason you want her dead?"

Amber didn't say anything. Only watching him with her beautiful face, "She has eyes that seem to glow, lips as red as blood, hair as black night. Bring her to me, in one forth night."

Jerome studied the queen, "One fourth night." Jerome repeated, and he set off.

And there we have it. This is a JARA story, but it also has Fabina, Peddie, Moy, and eventual Amfie.

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