His name was Henry. My third husband was a blessing. He brought light back into my darkened heart. No feelings were forced or mechanical with him. I was truly happy. I had found my true love and I had become pregnant with his child. I was smiling all the time and laughing daily with my beloved husband. The kingdom loved me as their queen. The king loved me for me, not my beauty or what I could give him.

When I had began to show, my mother changed. We began to argue and I told her something that had I not said, she may not have killed my husband. I told her I trusted Henry and that I truly loved him. She sneered at me and said that he was making me a beautiful fool. I had never questioned my mother before, but there was now a wedge between us. When I saw her bury a blade in my husband's heart, I knew everything would change once more. I screamed at the sight and guards apprehended my mother as I held my true love in my arms as he lay dying. Magic couldn't save him and it ripped me apart. It made me bleed. The grief took our child from me and I was alone. My mother's last words to me were: LOVE IS WEAKNESS. Those were her last words before I had her executed and her head chopped off. The people mourned and so did I.

Depression consumed me and I stayed in my room for weeks. One day, I turned to my reflection on the wall,

"Mirror...mirror...on the wall...who is the fairest of them all?"

A face appeared and looked directly at me,

"You are my queen."

That gave me far less joy to heat than i expected, so I tried a new one.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the most tragic of them all?"

"You are my queen."

Hissing at the answer, I watched my dark expression in the mirror,

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is themost loved and feared of them all?"

"You are my queen."

Instantly, my eyes lit up and a wide smile spread upon my lips. To be feared and loved felt beautiful and pleasing.

I ruled alone for years after the death of my husband and child. But then I noticed that I had begun to age and I had gotten a very good marriage proposal. I needed to stay beautiful. What king would want a queen who looks older than he. My dark ebony hair was loosing it's luster and my skin was pale. This king, I would not love, but I refused to fade into nothing. The months before I was to wed my fourth king, a harsh plague fell over my vast kingdom and I was inhumanly and irresistibly beautiful.

There was no love lost when I killed him, looking him in the eyes I felt no guilt or remorse. My heart was full of darkness and felt no love for any man. Soon, kings fell like flies and I was queen of much of the land. How none of the other kings had not known that I was dangerous or about all my fallen husbands showed how idiotic men truly were who ruled. I changed my approach for new kings. I came as a sole survivor of a battle that destroyed my village. I could come as a war prisoner. I could come as a princess looking to save her kingdom from the dark army killing my kingdom.

They all fell for it. Each and every one. And I took their kingdoms. I let the thieves do with the lands that I no longer needed. Creatures would inhabit land more than the people. I did not allow much happiness among the people. By time they realized my evil nature it was too late. Time went on, I stayed beautiful and my kings came and went. Then I met a different king who reminded me too much of my true love. He had a daughter who was sweet and fair. And, I was content to be by his side for some time. Then I realized what he wanted from me was different from the others. He wanted me to be the new mother to his beautiful daughter. Snow White.