Merton And The Three Plump Elves
by Shaytis
Category : Alternate universe, romance (M/T)
Rating
: Pg
Summary :
The fairy tale of Snow-white finally told as it really
happened.
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Becky Dingle was sitting on her rocking chain, her grand-son perched on her knees, and begun to tell him the most beautiful story she know as it as really happened.
"Like every other fairy tale, this one begin by Once upon a time.", she said. "But, what this story have in particular and it's what I want you to remember as you listen, it's that this one may be true."
Once upon a time, was a beautiful queen and each day of the long winter, you could see her siting beside the tall window of her room. She would look out at the frozen landscape and dream of the baby that was growing in her womb. She was so deep in her mussing, that she didn't realized she had prink herself with her embroidery,s needles till the first drops of blood felt on the snow white linen.
Looking at the three single drops now straining her work, she closed her eyes in a smile and wished :
"He would be beautiful my little boy if he had lips as red as this blood, a skin as white as the snow freshly felt and hair as black as the ebony".
A few months later, her dream became reality as she gave birth to a little prince who filled her with all she had dreamed of. Her new treasure nestled in her arms, the queen looked into the baby sparking blue-gray eyes, and knowing that nobody will ever be as special, she gave him the special name of Merton.
Badly, the queen was left very sick and died as Merton was still a small toddler. The young child finding himself bared of affection, as the king was too submerged whit grief and loneliness.
This situation continued for many years to come as Merton slowly grows in beauty and intelligence. Each day, he will go to the royal library, his curiosity picked by the numerous volumes, and he will borrow one to read in the forest near the castle. This time, even solitary, where filled by the company of his snake, and the young boy find himself happy.
However, king had to have queen, and one day, coming back from travel, the king announced that he will remarry and the new queen came to live at the castle. Prived so early of his mother, Merton try to reach for his step mother, going out of his way to satisfy her, but to no avail.
As you may have imagine the new queen, of the name of Stacy, was very beautiful, but her heart was hard and cruel. If you could have looked at it, you would have seen it shriek with each beat. She was proud too, passing log hours choosing, trough her collection of rich clothes, for the perfect dress, and brushing again and again her long curly red hair. But, her most loved hobby was to look at herself into her magic mirror.
It was an old mirror, his frame sculpted directly in the purest of gold representing swirl and curves. The queen will come to it to satisfy her own vanity and will say:
"Oh! Mirror, sweat mirror,
tell me who is the prettiest of all?"
The mirror will then begin to shine and a deep throaty voice will rise from it. If it assured her that, indeed, it was her, the queen will be happy and all will be fine. But, on the contrary, if it named someone else, she will enter in a rage so wild that the stone wall will shake under it. And soon, the so named prettiest would disappear.
During the years to come, life continued like that, and Merton got more and more hansom with each passing day. His easygoing personality and natural energy making him gain the affection of all of his subjects, except for the queen Stacy.
In fact, she couldn't any more support the sight of the lovely prince. So, taking advantage of the king weakness for her, she send him into the servitor's quarter. Merton, was stripped of his clothes and given rags, now relegated to the hardest work in the castle.
Like a slave he would work, from the first light of the morning, till the last candle will fade into the night. Never did he got rest, cleaning the floors, washing the dishes, sewing and mending the queen's robes. But, through all the ill-treatement, he kept his charming smile, his voice rising from his rubish lips as he sing during his chores. It was so perfect, that from all around, birds will fly just to hear the melodious voice.
'Soon, he will be ugly', though the queen, 'Actually, who could find him attractive in his dark rags, his hand harsh from manual works!' With each passing day she keep repeated the reassuring words to herself, but always she will run to her mirror in fear and ask:
"Oh! Mirror, sweat mirror,
tell me who is the prettiest of all?"
Obvious of the queen envious hatred, Merton was dreaming of a love, a man for him alone, which will come one day to take him to his world, on the other side of the sky. He could picturing him so in perfect details, the honey glow of his eyes and the mussed chestnut hair, that he could believe he'd been able to touch him if he just as extended his hand toward him. Peace and happiness reflected on his face as the sight of the cherished image, and the queen got more frustrated with the young man blooming. And for great reason since you couldn't get tired to admire the fresh beauty of him.
Finally, the moment that the queen had so feared will come, arrived.
"Oh! Mirror, sweat mirror,
tell me who is the prettiest of all?"
and springing to life, it answered :
"His lip are as red as blood
His hair, as black as a moonless
night
His completion as white as a soft dove
He is named Merton."
