Hey guys. Here's an idea that I've had in my head for a while, so I decided to share it. Just to give you a heads up, this is a slash fic, so please understand what that means later on. And with that, enjoy Porcelain Rubies.
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, a king and queen ruled over the land. They ruled over the kingdom with much wisdom and grace, and were loved by all. Soon, the queen became with child, and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The boy had beautiful ebony locks, ruby red lips, and pale white skin that seemed to glow. She named him Hortense, after her grandfather. A few days after his birth, the queen became very sick and died. The king, though very saddened by the death of his wife, felt that it would be good for his son to have a mother figure in his life, and so married again.
The new queen was welcomed into the kingdom by the people and her new husband, and the kingdom seemed to be happy again. But it was not to last. The kind himself became sick and passed away, leaving young Hortense with his newly widowed step mother.
On the outside, she was very beautiful, with her long blonde hair and lightly tanned skin. However, on the inside, her vanity consumed her, clouding her heart with cruelty and arrogance. She wore only the finest clothes and looked down upon all of those she deemed unworthy of her attention. She loathed the thought of Hortense, changing his name to Logan and forcing him to became a servant rather than a prince. While she lived in a tall tower, he lived down in the barracks with the other servants of the queen.
Within her tower, a magical mirror hung on the wall. Every day she would ask it the same question: "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" And the mirror would always respond, "You, my queen, are the fairest of them all."
The days turned into months, and the months into years, and young Logan grew up. His ebony hair grew out to his ears, his lips still plump and red. His skin seemed to always stay pale, even when he worked in the hot summer sun. Though he felt the cruelty of his step mother, Logan remained kind and generous to those around him. As for the queen, she ruled with her cruelty, always asking the mirror the same question and always receiving the same answer.
That is, until the day Logan turned 18.
It started out as usual. Logan set out to finish his chores for the day, and the queen strode to her mirror and asked, "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" The mirror replied, "You, my queen, are fair, 'tis true, but your step son, Logan, is fairer than you."
The queen gasped, rushing to her window to look out upon the courtyard. Logan was there, washing the steps in the rags he'd worn since he was 15. She glared and him, muttering to herself, "No one is fairer than I. We shall see what will become of our, Logan." Returning to her mirror she spoke, "He will not be the fairest for long, for I have a plan to make sure he is gone."
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~BabyBlue Collins