Here we are again. We're going back to FTL for this chapter. By request, we're getting some of child Snow White. Also you get to meet a couple more characters.

I had been taking care of Snow White for five years now. I was sitting on the window sill in Snow's room, taking a moment to relax, not something I did often. Snow was always running around, wanting to try new things. So when we were finally settling down for the night, I could relax. But not yet.

"Jacques" a small voice called. I turned to Snow and raised an eyebrow. "Where's father? And mother?"

"They are dealing with court business." I said. I saw that Snow wanted comfort. "Here, I'll tell you what." I got off the sill. "Get ready for bed, and then I'll tuck you in. You might even convince me to tell you a bedtime story." Her face brightened and she ran off to get changed for bed. While she did that, I went to my own corner and removed my armor. I was about to pull on my breeches when I heard a giggle behind me. I quickly turned and saw Snow. "That was fast." I said. I could feel my ears turn bright red.

"You look funny" The young girl giggled again.

Quickly I yanked the cloth pants over my important parts. "That's because I'm male Snow." I tightened the strings at full speed. "Get in bed." If I was lucky, she wouldn't make me explain what being a male meant. I had no desire to be the one to talk to her about that.

I yanked on a plain white tunic then tucked her in. I sat on her bed. Snow was looking at me with hope in her beautiful eyes. "Alright, you want a bed time story?" She nodded. "One of adventure, romance, and happy endings?" Again my charge nodded. I smiled. "Alright, let's see." I paused to think. I hadn't been told stories when I was little, so I needed to just brainstorm. "I think I might have one. There once was a young woman. An ordinary girl, not particularly beautiful, but also not bad looking; she lived in a small village with her mother and father. Her father was the local cobbler. Now, there was a fierce war going on, and their village was close to many of the battles."

"Who were they fighting?" Snow asked curiously. "Ogres?

I nodded. "Yes, terrible ogres had attacked the kingdom. Because of the war, wounded soldiers and knights were brought to the village as a safe haven. One day, a young prince was terribly wounded during the battle, and he was bought to the village. This girl, Amelia was her name, was getting water from the well when she saw the prince being carried to a makeshift hospital. Something in his eyes just struck her as being so strong, and at the moment, Amelia knew she would do anything in her power to keep him alive. Amelia followed the men carrying the prince, and overheard a conversation. He wasn't expected to survive."

"Oh" Snow sounded sad.

"When the men left, Amelia snuck inside the tent and watched the prince sleep. After a while, his wounds began to bleed through the bandages, so she refreshed them. Then Amelia remembered something her mother had given her. Drawing from her pocket, she held out the glass bottle. It was fairy dust. Fairy dust is a magical thing, extremely powerful and can cause a lot of harm, but the dust that the girl had was good fairy dust. Amelia sprinkled the dust over the prince's wounds, and leaned over him to kiss him. Just as her lips touched his, the fairy dust began to act. It began to mend his wounds, and the blood stopped dripping. The next thing Amelia knew, strong warm arms were drawing her closer. She of course drew back, meeting the Prince's brilliant emerald eyes. 'You saved me' the prince whispered. 'And I think I love you'

"Yah!" I couldn't help being amused by Snow's reaction. Apparently she approved of my mini story at least.

"Amelia smiled. 'I know I love you' she replied. The war was soon ended, and the prince was free to find a wife. He didn't take much time to choose one. Amelia soon stood beside her prince charming forever more."

"That's a good story" Snow said. "I liked it"

"Now, time for you to sleep." I leaned over her, placing a kiss on her forehead. I stood and moved towards the door that led to the hallway.

"Jacques"

I turned back. "Yes?"

"What was the prince's name?"

I paused for a moment, trying to decide a proper name "David. His name is Prince David." I blew out the candle and left Snow to her dreams.

I quietly closed the door and smiled, thinking about the adorable princess. "Hey Sir Jacques, good story" One of the guards told me. I turned to spot Lionel of Lakefield and Garrick of Plainsgrove. This was my curse, being permanently stuck with the two guards that had the worse sense of humor.

"I was thinking it up on the spot" I admitted.

"You ever think of being a player?" Garrick asked, a smirk on his face.

"Been busy taking care of you lot." I replied.

"Sir Mother, can you help me tie my boots?" Lionel teased. I had earned the nickname soon after Snow's first birthday. It was started by the two men standing in front of me.

"Sir mother-" Garrick started

"I'm going to hurt you" I threatened. I wasn't serious, which the two guards knew quite well.

"As if you could" Garrick was challenging me

"Do you want to fight?" I asked. "Me against both you and Lakefield."

"You're on" He accepted. They both shifted their weight and spread out some.

"Ready Garrick?"

"Whenever you are Lionel"

"Let's go" I stepped back as they both leaped at me. When they crashed together I grabbed their shoulders and threw them to the ground. They lacked coordination, which made my job so much easier when I fought them. "I think we lost." Lionel told the stone ground.

"You think?" Garrick sounded more amused than annoyed.

"You should have known better." I told them. I held my hands out to them, pulling them both to their feet. "I was given this job for a reason."

"Yes Sir Jacques" They both agreed in unison.

"How many times do I have to tell you, just call me Jacques or Jay. We work together everyday"

"Okay…Jay" Garrick smiled at me a little

"You know what happens tomorrow?" I asked

"No…" Lionel gave me a nervous look.

"You're going to be the Princess' personal 'horsies'." Both men groaned, and I just smiled.

What do you all think? How horrible was the little story that Jacques told?

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