Snow White and the Seven Brothers

by Kppaya

Princess Whitely Sage thought her mother loved her, until she sent someone to try to kill her. In Whitley's sadness, she fleas to a cottage who houses seven boys, and now her. Soon, Whitely falls deeply in love with the oldest brother, Porter. She becomes great friends with the youngest boy; Lincoln. Will she be able to decipher her feelings for the brothers?

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Whitely Sage

I ran as fast as my little thin legs would carry me. My poufy gown caught on a tree branch or some sort, and the man nearly caught me. I pulled violently on the silken fabric, and I heard the slick fabric cleanly tear. As I heard it I let out a teensy sob. The dress was supposed to be a memory of happiness, now it would only bring a dark and frightening memory.

The man was close now, so close I could almost hear his breathing. So I continued to run. I ran until my legs hurt, and my lungs felt like they could no longer systematically work. The man was gone. I'd lost him. I knelt down in the forest and cried. My Mother had always been so kind to me. What had changed in the last twenty four hours?

I pulled the back of the skirt of my dress forward so I could examine the nasty rip. It nearly came up to my hip, and I began to cry. As far as what the man had told me (before he tried to swipe off my head with an axe) my Mother was extremely narcissist, and realizing I was more beautiful than she made her horribly angry. So much so, she wanted to kill me.

When he was swinging the axe, I ducked and then ran. Ever since my Father died, my Mother had acted a bit strange. She never acted mean or anything, so I never suspected anything like this. I found a few birds in the forest that were injured, clearly by the thorns that frequently came upon me, so I picked them up, and took them with me as I wandered. My tears fell at a steady undying pace.

As I walked, I came upon a small house with very few windows and one big door. I knocked quietly, and I waited for several minutes, but no one answered. How peculiar! I thought. What commoner works so late in the evening?

So I sat on the porch to wait until they got home, because what better option did I have? Then I got thinking, who lives in such a deserted place in the kingdom? Who chooses, of all places, to live in the middle of the forest?

I put my back against the door frame and yawned. I took the birds out of my skirts, and let them go and play. The two little jays hobbled around the front lawn for a while. As I was drifting off, I saw one fly away. "Goodbye little jay! I hope to find freedom as you have," I whispered, and slid into a dreamless sleep.