Before anyone asks yes I intend to finish my stories in fact one of them will be finished tomorrow so please no one ask me when I'm going to finish the others. Also this story is a mix up of different fairy tales because I'm a fairy tale freak. Their just so wonderful...Well must of them. Some of them are pretty disturbing. That aside this story is heavily based of off the classic grimm's fairy tale Snow White and Rose Red which I believe is a very underrated story that definitely needs a movie. Also I must warn you there maybe some dark imagery but this is based off of the original fairy tales and let's face it if Walt Disney had never been born fairy tales would've scared the crap out of us. So here we go.
A long time ago in a kingdom far far away there lived a princess who was the fairest in all the lands. No one in the land could compare to her beauty. She was blessed with wavy waist-length golden hair like sunshine, sparkling jewel like eyes, fair and flawless skin, and lips that shame the red rose. But she was not only beautiful but she was also kind and gentle and sweet. She was also a romantic she often dreamed of falling in love, getting married, and living happily ever after. Unfortunately true love was not meant to be in her life for her parents had arranged for her to marry the prince of a neighboring kingdom. Though she was sad about marrying a man she hardly knew but she hoped to one day be able to love him. So the prince took her back to his kingdom where they were married and became king and queen. The new kingdom which they lived in were amazed by the beauty of their new queen and they were further amazed by how kind and loving she was. The queen loved her subjects and she learned to care deeply for her husband but alas she never found true love. Then one day after waiting for so long she finally found her true love or should I say her true loves.
After a few years of marriage the king and queen were blessed with two strong and healthy twin boys. Both boys had their mother's sun gold hair but the first born had emerald green eyes while the second born had sliver gray eyes. The queen loved them more than anything on earth, on the day they were born it was the happiest day of her life. She had never loved two people so much in all her life and she spent every free moment she had with them. But fate had a way of being cruel sometimes. Just eight years after their birth, the twins's beloved mother fell ill and on her death bed she called to her sons.
"Let me see them." She sighed weakly.
"You must rest please." Her husband said.
"My dearest if you truly love me then please let me see my sons one last time before I go."
The king sighed but obeyed his wife's requested and let the young princes enter her bed chamber.
"My sons, my beautiful sweet princes, please forgive me for leaving you so soon but worry not no matter what happens I shall always be smiling down on you from heaven."
"Don't leave us Mother." Begged her first born and most emotional son clutching her hand and shedding tears.
"Be strong brother." Said her second born and more sensible son patting his shoulder comfortingly. "We must be brave for her sake."
"Oh there's no need to put on brave face in front of me, it's okay to cry for me but please do not cry tears of sorrow when I die cry tears of joy." She sighed. "However I fear once I pass into God's kingdom you will only have each other now. So promise me that you'll always love and protect each other."
"We promise Mother." The second said still refusing to cry in front of her.
She smiled at him and put one hand to her second son's face.
"You have a strong soul my son never let it be broken by anyone or anything."
She then held her first son close to her heart.
"You have a brave heart, let it guide you and let love teach you. One of my biggest regrets is I never once followed my heart. When I married your father I wasn't in love but my parents insisted that I would be happy if I did marry him. Now I do love your father, I do, I do but...It's taken me so long to learn to love him and now that I finally have I must go." She coughed. "Please don't marry any woman unless you love her. I don't care if she's rich or beautiful or powerful your marriage will never truly be happy unless you love her with all your heart and soul."
Her breaths were becoming slower and slower.
"Mother?" Her first said.
"My sons, my only loves."
Those were her final words before she passed away. The kingdom mourned her greatly and were determined to make sure her memory would live on in their hearts forever. A year had passed and the king began to desire a new queen so he married again. His new wife was a mysterious woman he had met during a royal trade agreement. She was very beautiful, so beautiful in fact that he could not resist making her his bride and queen. Just like with his first wife, the kingdom was amazed by her beauty and she seemed nice enough but she had one problem. She was very vain, she couldn't bear the thought of any man being more beautiful than her. The mere thought of it drove her mad but luckily there was no woman in her kingdom more beautiful than she at least for now.
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In a cottage deep in the forest there lived a wood cutter named Tom and his wife Sabine who loved roses. Their entire cottage was decorated with two different kinds of roses: the white roses which were as pure, fair, and lovely as the winter snow and the red roses which were as bright, blushing, and radiant as a ladybug's wings. There were only two things Sabine loved more than the roses in her garden and that was her two daughters Marinette and Bridgette.
Marinette the eldest was born on a cold winter's evening. She usually spent her days reading, spinning, sewing, or helping her mother cook and clean around the house. She was a very beautiful child who was as fair, calm, and gentle as the white roses. She was also gifted with a singing voice as lovely as a nightingale's song.
Bridgette the youngest was born on a summer's morning. She usually spent her days outside playing with the animals, climbing trees, skipping rocks, and helping her father collect fire wood and sticks. She too was very beautiful and was as bright, blushing, and cheerful as the red roses. She was also blessed with the ability to dance with the grace of a deer.
Unlike most sisters they always got along and never fought. From the moment three year old Marinette laid eyes on baby Bridgette she loved her instantly and within a few years Bridgette grew to love Marinette just as much. The sisters loved each other dearly and spent all their time together. Weather it was doing their chores or playing in the forest.
"Come back! I'm not going to hurt you! I just want to play!" Five year old Bridgette said chasing a ladybug.
"Bridgette don't wonder so far." Eight year old Marinette warned as she picked wild strawberries off of a bush.
"Marinette we have plenty of strawberries. Come and play with me! We can chase ladybugs and butterflies and later we can go swim in the lake."
"Now Bridgette you know we're not allowed to go into the river without Mother and Father watching us."
"What's the harm?"
"How about the fact that you can hardly swim a stroke." Marinette giggled.
"Hey I'm getting better!"
"We'll swim another time right now we need to gather strawberries so Mother can make us jam for our breakfast and I know how much you like strawberry jam, especially on pancakes."
"They're my favorite."
"Then help me."
Once they had a basket full of wild strawberries they went back to their cottage. Bridgette then left to help their father collect firewood like she always did while Marinette helped their mother make the strawberries into jam.
"Marinette could you be a dear and get some water from the well? If we're going to make the jam right we need warm water." Sabine said.
"Yes Mother."
She went outside to the well and began to fill the bucket with water.
"Marinette look what I made." Bridgette said. In her hands were two flower crowns. One made from white roses and another made from red roses.
"Oh they're so pretty."
"Here I made this one for you." She said placing the white rose crown on Marinette's head.
"Thank you. How do I look?"
"Like a princess. You're so pretty Marinette I wish I was as pretty as you."
"But you are pretty. See." Marinette put the red rose crown on Bridgette's head and then showed her, her reflection in the water of the well. "We're both princesses and this forest is our kingdom."
"And we are going to dance at a royal ball."
The two girls took each other by the hands and began to dance with each other.
"You're such a good dancer Bridgette." Marinette said. "Maybe someday you'll get to dance at a real ball."
"You really think so?"
"It's possible."
"Oh I hope so and maybe one day you'll be a real princess."
"Oh don't be silly Bridgette. How could I ever become a real princess?"
"Well maybe one day a handsome prince will come here and when he sees how beautiful you are he'll fall in love with you and marry you then you'll be a real princess for sure."
"You have a wonderful imagination Bridgette but we live in the middle of a forest. What are the odds of a prince coming by here?"
"It's possible."
The two girls laughed.
"Marinette what's taking that water so long?" Sabine called.
"Coming Mother."
The girls took the bucket of water and went back to the cottage. At night when their father returned from selling firewood to people in town he used the wood he still left to start a warm fire in their house. The four of them sat around the fire, Bridgette sat in Tom's lab while Sabine sat in a rocking chair reading a book to them and Marinette sat on the floor doing her needlework. Yes there never was a happier, simpler family but as the years went by the girls would discover they were destined for something much more wonderful.