Prompt: Snow White
Disclaimer: not my characters
The boy is beautiful, too beautiful to be anything but marble. He is almost her rival, and that cannot be allowed. She watches him through the glass, watches him weave and duck, watches him tumble and sprint, watches him swing a blade and sever a head.
He is so very beautiful, no matter what he does. He is more beautiful than her step-daughter was, which she had thought to be impossible.
No matter. The spell is simple, the ingredients gathered, and she waves his image away. Time to prepare.
The spell is simple and her powers grow with her age. Besides, there are no true loves or princes anymore. She will not tolerate equals, not since that brat nearly destroyed her by batting her eyelashes and laughing coquettishly.
"Mirror, mirror," she whispers, lighting a candle. "I'll be the fairest of all."