Green
As a combination of the color yellow and the color blue, the color green get its mental clarity and optimism from the yellow color, with the emotional tranquility and insight from the blue color. It gives more hope than any other colors. The color green has a strong sense of right and wrong, and a good judgment. It sees both sides of the case, weighs them up, and then take the moral and appropriate decision. On the negative side, the green color can be judgmental and overly cautious. It is the color of people who love being in the garden, at home, or being a good host. But green color meaning can also be associated with being new or inexperienced.
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Snow White's eyes fluttered open early the next morning. The Queen was still asleep, their hands intertwined. Snow didn't remember taking her stepmother's hand and wondered if her stepmother had taken hers in the night.
It surprised her how beautiful her stepmother always looked, even sound asleep. Never a hair out of place. She always looked like she had make up on.
"You're staring again," the Queen commented. Snow jumped.
"I'm sorry!" she said at once. "It's just-"
The Queen rolled over and looked at her. "You apologize too much."
Snow White blushed. "I'm so-I'll try to stop."
The Queen smirked. Snow White was so eager to please.
Snow White didn't know how to act around her stepmother this morning. She told her she loved her the night before. But there was a dark truth that had to be dealt with.
"Want to go for an early morning hike?" she asked. "There is a special place near the river I like to go early in the morning."
The Queen looked down at her stepdaughter. Snow White snuggled up to her and made a sad face. "Please? We so rarely get to spend time together anymore."
"Oh, all right. As long as you massage any sore muscles afterwards," the Queen smirked. She gave her naive stepdaughter a predatory smile. Once again, Snow White was too innocent to recognize the predatory look in her Stepmother's eyes.
They walked out of the castle towards the woods. Snow White smiled sweetly up at the Queen and slipped her hand into hers. "I wish we could do this more. But we are always so busy."
The Queen didn't reply. She kept her stepdaughter busy with chores for two reasons. One was out of jealousy but the main one was for protection. She did not want the girl to be subjected to the humiliation and abuse the way she had. Especially from Snow White's father.
Snow White's father was a good man on the surface. Fair ruler, doting father. But it was a sham. He was really a sadist. And a sodomite.
When they first got married, Grimhilde was thrilled. She was a young girl marrying the Kind of the land. She didn't mind being a stepmother. Snow White was only five years old when the King remarried. She idolized her new stepmother, following her around like a puppy. Everything was fine for a while.
The King wanted to try a new kind of love making. He didn't want any more children after Snow White and this was a good form of birth control. He made love to his wife through her anus. The first time was fine and the Queen actually enjoyed it. But the second was very painful. The King didn't care. He just kept at it while his wife screamed in agony. He insisted on doing the painful, humiliating act once a month at first. Then twice a month, then once a week. Soon he wanted anal sex almost every night. He did not concern himself with trivial matters like his wife's comfort, or that he was causing her horrible pain. He care about nothing but his own pleasure. That is why he had to die.
The Queen poisoned him with a very rare type of poison, one that left no signs. The cause of death looked like a heart attack. Snow White was devastated but the Grimhelde was at last free of her horrible husband and the Queen of the land.
"Here we are!" Snow White chirruped as she pulled her stepmother into a clearing. The young leaves above them formed a canopy, blocking out the world. The river flowed by and beyond it the sun slowly rose, painting the sky pale pink and blue.
Snow White sat down on the river bank. "Isn't this beautiful?" she asked her stepmother. "I like to come here first thing in the morning. So peaceful. I found the roots for your tea not far from here."
The Queen sat down, amused. "Yes, child. Very peaceful." She took her stepdaughter's thin hand in her own.
Snow White shivered, both from the cold breeze and her stepmother's cold touch. She began to shake.
"Really child, you should have known it would be chilly. Come here," her stepmother ordered and opened arms, spreading her cloak wide.
"There's no where to sit, except your lap," Snow White said, confused. Her stepmother was being so different with her lately.
"So? Come sit down before you freeze," the Queen replied.
Snow still hesitated. She looked into her stepmother's purple eyes. I dare you they seemed to flash. She slowly walked over and perched gingerly on The Queen's knees. Her stepmother wrapped her cloak around the shivering girl.
Snow thought back to when she was a child. Her stepmother used to hold on her lap just like this when she read to her. She would cuddle her during thunderstorms. Snow White always felt safe in her stepmother's arms. Even when things changed, there was something about their bond that was still there.
"What are you thinking about, Snow?" her stepmother asked.
Snow White looked up. "Stepmother, I know about the Prophesy. I know how you use the blood of the maids to stay young. And I know you need my heart to achieve immortality."
The Queen froze, her fingers digging into Snow White's arms and back. Snow wriggled free and reached down to her shoe. She pulled out a recently sharpened dagger and ran her finger against its blade. Blood flowed out of her finger.
"Here," she said, handing her stepmother the dagger. "If immortality and the kingdom means that much to you, I won't stop you. I just wanted to die in my favorite place."
The Queen brought her stepdaughter's bleeding finger to her lips. She sucked on the finger, savoring the young girl's pure, innocent blood. Snow White was still a virgin. That might be a way to a loophole.
She looked into her stepdaughter's tear filled, enormous eyes. Gently, she pried the dagger from the girl's hand and tossed it into the river.
Snow White began to really cry. She threw her arms around her stepmother and clung to her tightly. "Stepmother, I love you. I love you so, so much. You have my heart already. It only beats for you," she sobbed. "Only for you."
The Queen placed her hands on her stepdaughter's back. The girl's heart was indeed pounding.
Take what can't be restored
Once it's gone
It can't come back
The prophecy flashed in the Queen's mind. Snow White had offered her heart literally and proclaimed it figuratively belonged to the Queen. Hearts could only be taken and given once. But what if something else could be taken? Something that could be taken only once. Snow White's virginity.