*AN: Gives Everyone (except Squirrel) two cookies and only gives Squirrel one, because Squirrel had eaten all the cookies earlier! MUAHAHAHAHA I can be so cruel!
*Looks at reviews received by fairytales101 and wonders where she found the time to write such long (the understatement of the century) reviews, but is more than pleased on the complements received (even though most of the review was pure ranting *which I loved*), therefore, fairytales101 gets a box of cookies.*
*Unleashed Soul bows before the reviewers (all of them) and bows again before the future ruler of the world (I cant get over how funny that sounds... A Squirrel with a sweet tooth ruling the world!!) in absolute wonder that anyone likes her stories and is so happy with the reviewers she has! = )*
by the way... Yes, Isabelle is the same girl they wanted Tomas to marry
Snow sat in her secret rose garden, no one remembered this place. It was a place she was alone.
Alone...
That is where she wanted to be at the moment, very alone and away.
Away...
As far away as she could get from the insanity.
Insane...
It was all too insane, and wrong.
Wrong...
It was wrong, not Isabelle.
Isabelle...
He had already done it, he had already married Isabelle. She remembered her from Tomas's 15th birthday ball. The beautiful blonde girl who was only a few years older than herself. The girl was beautiful, but how could one as great as for HE love her? How? HE was her life! No one could marry him! No, not him!
She let a few tears fall and wished that Adele was there to comfort her. Instead she had the rose garden, and Snowflake, the small black cat. The cat however could say nothing to her in words of comfort. It just sat near her, thinking its presence was enough. But it wasn't. HE was married to Isabelle.
HE, her Papa! Isabelle was now her stepmother.
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The wedding had been overly splendid, beautiful people were dressed in beautiful clothes, beautiful flowers were thrown onto a beautiful floor, a beautiful white dress was placed on a beautiful woman, the beautiful day faded into a beautiful night.
It all happened to fast for young Snow. She was okay with it in front of her Papa; she loved her papa and only wanted his happiness. They had only been engaged for a few months, then three days ago the wedding happened, and now Snow sat crying on a bench. It wasn't that Isabelle was a bad person, Snow hardly knew the girl. It was that her Papa was no longer there for only her, he had to be there for Isabelle first. What if she became pregnant? What if she had a son? Would her papa still love her?
Look at me! She thought to herself looking down as if the cat could hear her thoughts. The cat looked up at her.
I am insane! The cat blinked and went back to cleaning itself. Snow laughed at herself. She dried her eyes, stood and walked out of her sanctuary and into her hell.
"Snow, sweetie," Snow saw Isabelle walking towards her. Sweetie? Snow shivered inwardly at the nickname coming from those lips.
"Yes..." Snow sought out a name to call the woman, Isabelle wouldn't be proper enough to call the Queen, Ma'am is too formal (after all, she is calling Snow sweetie), my Lady wouldn't do either... she mentally shrugged it and let the lack of title slide. Hopefully Isabelle would too.
She did.
"You are very beautiful." Isabelle said touching Snow's long raven hair. She smiled at Snow's face with knowing eyes. Snow shivered. She dipped her head as a thank you, the words not finding their way through her throat. She kept her eyes glued to those deep blue, knowledge filled eyes as she walked away.
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Two months later Snow found herself in her secret garden crying again because of the announcement today: Queen Isabelle was with child.
Snow was never treated badly by Isabelle, but there was always a secret knowledge behind those eyes, a knowledge that scared Snow.
"Wonderful isn't it, Snow?" Asked Isabelle, now with an evil gleam in her eye. It was as if she was waiting for Snow here. Waiting outside of the place Snow kept secret even from Adele. How did Isabelle always know where to find her? And in truth, Isabelle did always find her; she was the only one that always found her.
"Yes it is." Snow had never put a title on her new stepmother; they never seemed to fit the woman.
Snow again walked away from those eyes, those evil knowledge filled eyes...
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During the nine months that the Queen was pregnant Snow felt all but forgotten by her papa, he had seen her during meals or such and Snow was beginning to dislike Isabelle for more reasons than just her eyes. However her Papa saw it all in a different light. He knew he neglected Snow slightly, and it was not by his own choice. There were things that needed to be done. Isabelle had become pregnant so fast, he was already getting very old, was old when Snow was born and he had to change things to fit having two children instead of just one. Also there was a ball to plan, ready, and send invitations. He wanted his new child to have a ball of introduction as most royals were granted. The thought that this child was actually his really did strike him, he knew that Snow wasn't his and it didn't hurt so terribly until now. Every time he looked at her he was reminded that her mother just couldn't bare him a child, it had to be the child of a servant.
His wife, the young girl Isabelle, had been only with him. She was able to be faithful, she was able to grant him a child, to grant him a son. At the moment he had to worry about Snow and her betrothal with Charming. For some reason the boy didn't want to go through with it. His parents told him in their fear; Charming was making up petty excuses.
With hair as black as a Raven's wing,
And skin as white as Snow,
You had the hair of a golden ring,
How can your daughter be Snow?
We all know, we all know.
Those were the only words he could hear after King Richard started explaining about Charming. Bradford was sure that was the problems Charming was having with Snow. Bradford went to see his wife, to hold his son. He let the thoughts of his...
...of Snow slip from his mind.
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