Snow's POV

Something wasn't really me, when I walked out of my chambers. I knew I was myself but something else, was not quite right. I kept on with my queenly duties though but I hadn't seen a dwarf at all, all of them were either getting drunk somewhere where the maidens could not shoo them off or they were hiding from me. Throughout the day I grew irritated that I couldn't find any of the dwarves; I knew I left Eric to rest in my bed chambers. He must be so tired from our journey. I thought to myself as I sat on my throne, my finger nails tapped along the cool metal throne.

I began to think of the night that I shared with Eric. What does this mean to me now? Is Eric going to propose to me? I immediately shook that thought out of my coursing mind. No, Eric is not one to marry again, and I am not ready to give up the throne that I fought for, twice. Did this land need an extra ruler? Eric is not one to take a throne, especially since he is not of royal blood. He would not even become king of it, he would just become a consort of a sort. I wasn't ready for marriage, not when I just began to rule.

Marriage is a foreign word to me; it's a land that I have not yet explored. It is an ocean I have not sailed upon. Why shall I trek across land or water when I have no men or no ships? That is how you get killed when you have nothing behind you. Men like Eric are very unreliable and very distant, what if Eric tries to take the kingdom from me? What if he seeks to pull me out from under and use me as a weakness? I cannot let that happen to my land, well, let that happen to the people, of course.

Was I wrong to invite him into my life again? My body was shaking with the answer "yes". At this point, I was up and pacing back and forth my white gown dragging behind me. My walk was hasty and my hands were shaking as all these thoughts came crashing into my head. Men like him don't need thrones, women like us need them. Men use us to reproduce and then throw our broken and aged bodies aside while they rule.

No.

Something wasn't right, these were not my own thoughts, I began to shake as my body began to heave with the over pounding of my heart. Men like Eric take control of us and then throw us aside! MEN LIKE ERIC- "NO!" I screamed and hit the ground and sat up against my throne, rocking back and forth. "This is not me, this is not me, this is not me." I whispered over and over again while I rocked. I used the rocking method when I was a girl and Ravenna threw me into the dungeon on the highest tower. Where no one heard my cries, or my screams for help, no one heard me from there until Ravenna started to take youth.

I heard the doors open slowly and I shot straight up, I fixed my crown and stood staring at the knights that came in with a maiden. "You're Highness," The woman bowed and held up fabrics in her arms of two colors, one was a pale pink and another was a light red. Clothes for winter, I was assuming. "I'm here for you to pick which colors you'd like for your next grand ball." I looked at both and then my nose crinkled up. Words flowed out of my mouth before I could stop them; "I want it in either black or silver, that is all." I turned back around and sat on my throne. From the doorway, I saw someone with a small body go past the doors and run.

"If you'll excuse me," I whispered, picking up my dress and hastily walking for the small dwarf. I saw Duir go for hallway, "Don't run from me!" I hissed while running up, Duir turned another corner and I followed further. I went past a long mirror and from the corner of my eye, I saw Ravenna. I stopped, no longer caring about the pursuit that Duir was making.

I didn't move any part of me as I saw the blond hair with the spiked crown upon her head, blood oozing from her side as she stroked my head. My breathing intensified as a cold shiver ran down my face to my shoulders. I saw her lean down and whisper in my ear, "We shall give this kingdom the ruler it deserves." My body was turned to face the mirror and for a split second I saw my own eyes fade to black, that is until the mirror shattered.