Disclaimer: Original story of Snow White does NOT BELONG TO ME, I only
elaborated upon it. Don't sue, thanks! :)
Prologue
Once upon a time, where all things begin, there was a newly wed queen. She longed for the warmth of children to tend to and keep while her husband ran a muck at wars around his country and the world.
She was indeed a naïve queen, but still a gentle one. One particularly cold evening, she had chanced a wrong path and walked an unfamiliar hall.
"Come to me…"
The voice ran through her soul, cold as ice. Before she was able to reach the bitter voice, however, another voice caught her off guard. She turned. Before her stood the castle Huntsman, standing like the statue he was trained to be.
"Magic…"
As he said this, the queen fainted right into his arms. He carried her gently to her room and put her down, sleeping soundly.
The Huntsman watched over her all night, making sure the wicked enchantment did not reach her. The queen was an exquisite woman, but in the wrong hands -as anything- would be disastrous and deadly.
The night waned on and still the Huntsman kept his vigil. And as morning began to wax and grow, so did his love for the young queen. His thoughts began to wander and travel as he continued to think of her, her soft… but, no. The thought would be blasphemous! It would mean death. Still, he silently sought a way to be with her, all the while keeping his pitiless, stony expression. Even the wise old Barni, the queens personal maid could not exactly guess what the man was thinking as she walked into the queen's room. She cleared her throat, as if to announce her presence. The Huntsman understood.
The king wood be home soon, and Royal Huntsman or not, it would be unending torture to be caught in her Majesty's room alone.
When the king was home the queen was oft busy- either on her back, in the king's quarters, or on her feet entertaining and serving the king's many guests. When he was not with his Lady, the king was out hunting one of many magical creatures that stalked his land. And this left the Huntsman oft busy, keeping his tools and animals in better condition to aide the king on his quests. This left little to no time for the Huntsman to see his beloved Queen.
As he went about his daily motions the Huntsman thought about the Royal family and how he came to be part of it…
Prologue
Once upon a time, where all things begin, there was a newly wed queen. She longed for the warmth of children to tend to and keep while her husband ran a muck at wars around his country and the world.
She was indeed a naïve queen, but still a gentle one. One particularly cold evening, she had chanced a wrong path and walked an unfamiliar hall.
"Come to me…"
The voice ran through her soul, cold as ice. Before she was able to reach the bitter voice, however, another voice caught her off guard. She turned. Before her stood the castle Huntsman, standing like the statue he was trained to be.
"Magic…"
As he said this, the queen fainted right into his arms. He carried her gently to her room and put her down, sleeping soundly.
The Huntsman watched over her all night, making sure the wicked enchantment did not reach her. The queen was an exquisite woman, but in the wrong hands -as anything- would be disastrous and deadly.
The night waned on and still the Huntsman kept his vigil. And as morning began to wax and grow, so did his love for the young queen. His thoughts began to wander and travel as he continued to think of her, her soft… but, no. The thought would be blasphemous! It would mean death. Still, he silently sought a way to be with her, all the while keeping his pitiless, stony expression. Even the wise old Barni, the queens personal maid could not exactly guess what the man was thinking as she walked into the queen's room. She cleared her throat, as if to announce her presence. The Huntsman understood.
The king wood be home soon, and Royal Huntsman or not, it would be unending torture to be caught in her Majesty's room alone.
When the king was home the queen was oft busy- either on her back, in the king's quarters, or on her feet entertaining and serving the king's many guests. When he was not with his Lady, the king was out hunting one of many magical creatures that stalked his land. And this left the Huntsman oft busy, keeping his tools and animals in better condition to aide the king on his quests. This left little to no time for the Huntsman to see his beloved Queen.
As he went about his daily motions the Huntsman thought about the Royal family and how he came to be part of it…
