Sorry about yesterday guys, I was so tired I couldn't think straight. I'm still so tired but at least I'm lucid for now. This is the second last chapter for this fic. It was a fun ride while it lasted with lots of ups and downs and I thank each and every one of you whp read and reviewed, it meant a lot to me. And now, here we go my dearies.
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Yarrow
She hated muses. They weren't even supposed to exist in their realm but every once in a while they'd sneak in through the cracks in the moonlight and wreck havoc on the kingdom just for fun. You see the problem with muses, while inspiring and healing…they're gorgeous as all hell – they're literally goddesses – and no mortal man is impervious to their charms. Not even the prince of Charming himself. So whenever the muses slip through the cracks, Snow White always has to be very careful that one of the little witches doesn't sneak into the palace and try to steal her man away. Poisonous Apples, Murderous Trees – hell, even a plague of dragons – she could handle but she couldn't hand losing her prince. So, in her jealous clarity, she banned muses from entering the kingdom; if one was spotted they were captured and imprisoned on sight, no questions. Killing a muse would have meant war between the realms and that would just suck so she simply locked them away for a few nights until they faded away with the changing of the moon phases. James of course always tried to reassure her that they were in no danger from the muses but she refused to listen to them. Especially after one of them made it so far as the kitchens of the palace, intent on causing mischief in the castle. No way would she let that happen.
There was none so dark a day as the day Snow White went off on royal business and returned to find that a muse had snuck into the palace and seduced the prince. She stormed through the kingdom, her gaze so cold it practically wilted the flowers around her feet, and when she reached the palace, she found no muses. None. Not in the kitchen or the bathroom or the endless corridors that led nowhere. The only place she found them was in the dungeon, shackled to the floors with indignant, tired expressions on their faces. Bewildered, she turned back towards the stairs leading towards daylight and came face to face with a bundle of flowers.
"Wha-"
"Yarrow," the voice behind the flowers informer her. She took them and stared at her husband, not her usual charming, sweet look but definitely a look – one that said he'd better explain before someone lost a few limbs. "They mean inspiration and healing." She almost dropped them.
"Muse flowers." She spit, she really hated those guess.
"Precisely; for the muse who inspires me every day with her kindness and her strength – and her incredibly jealous streak. The only one who can bewitch me."
She kept her eyes on the flowers, not daring to look him in the eyes. "I kind of hate you, you know."
"I know."
"I hate them too."
"I know."
She looked up at him "are you mad at me?"
"I know." She smacked him with the flowers so he laughed and continued "I'm not mad, Snow. While your jealous streak is unwarranted, I understand; and I love you."
She used the flowers at his chest to lean into him, soaking in his reassuring warmth. "I love you too." She breathed for a moment, collecting her thoughts and relaxing into her husband's arms. "I still hate them you know."
"I know."