She trembled against the tree trunk, though she could not feel the cold the snow brought, instead she was flooded with heat as a body pressed against hers. The cause of her quaking was the man in front of her. Dark, menacing blue eyes, and rugged brown hair, pinned her against the tree. His soft lips were pressed against her own as he kissed her gently. His hands moved down her body and untied her dress, it dropped off her.
"I've missed this," he gasped as he kissed her from her neck to her navel, stopping just above her opening. She let out a gasp as she felt his tongue running over her crevice. Her legs gave way, but before she fell he caught her and pushed her up against the tree, locking his lips onto hers. She scratched his chest to contain herself.
"You are mine," he breathed. Then just as he was about to enter her, Snow white's eyes flew open.
A bear was standing over her, shaking her awake.
"Snow white? Are you okay? You were shaking," the bear cried.
"Yes, I'm fine." She sat up and wore her boots, tucking her trousers into them.
"Is everyone here?" She asked.
"Yes, we were waiting for you to wake up,"
She put on her cloak and made her way downstairs, still thinking about the dream. It was the third one of this kind she had had this week, and for the life of her, she could not bring herself to hate it.
As she stood at the banister of the Dwarves cottage, she looked down at the room buzzing with fairytale creatures. When they saw her, they stood to attention and the room was silenced. She felt her heart drop a little, she had prided herself on her purity, but in her mind she felt like she had betrayed them all.
"Is it true then?"
She looked at the corner of the room to see a cloaked figure. It was Ser, the Warlock. He was a fierce fighter.
"Is what true?" Snow asked.
"There are rumours, in the black market. They say when you were captured, the king took you as his..." Ser looked around at the other creatures. Unlike him, they were all creatures of pure magic, so he just looked up and Snow. He didn't need to say anything else, she understood what the rumours were about.
"Yes, they are true." Shame filled her, she knew the creatures would all judge her. The gasps of horror were let out, but instead of disgust, she heard outrage. Fairies flew up to her. "Its okay Snow, you're safe now." They comforted her.
Ser took out his sword. "So what's the plan?" He asked, swearing his allegence.
Perd, a young boy of about fourteen stepped forward.
"We take down this son of a bitch for messing with our Snow."
And so began the rebellion.
King Kai woke up with a startle, he cursed for not being able to finish the dream. He had no feelings for her, she was, after all, just a body in his bed. But she was the best body. He picked up the note she had left him before she escaped,
You are my bastard.
He scrunched it up and threw it against the wall. He would tear down hell to find her again.