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Snow lifted Joshua into her thin, white arms. He was so small, so breakable. She was extremely careful. She let him rest his head in the crook of her arm and watched his tiny blue eyes stare up at her. He was very handsome. A true Prince. She bent her face down close to his and kissed him gently on the cheek as she rocked him, humming.
"My son is very handsome isn't he?" Isabelle said leaning against the door jam. Snow looked up at her, and for once in a long time, genuinely smiled. "Prince Joshua, it has a ring to it does it not?"
"Yes, he is lovely." Snow said, the pretty smile still on her ruby lips.
"And one day he will be king. King Joshua, ah, yes... beautiful." Isabelle said, a cold look upon her face. Snow stared at her for a moment, 'king'?
She had not thought about that, he would be the heir to the throne, not her. She had been trained for it all her life, and with her father growing so much older by the day...
"Think about it, Snow." Isabelle said stepping forward and taking Joshua from the pale skinned princess. "My son will grow to be the king, and what will you be?"
Snow said nothing, only stared up at Isabelle. Why was she being this way? Why is she treating me like this?
Isabelle turned around to lay the baby back into the crib and Snow took that opportunity to leave. She walked quickly down the halls towards her secret place, her garden.
Isabelle turned around to see Snow was no longer standing in the room with her. She looked around and smiled slightly she walked to her own chambers and closed the doors. Her bedroom was grand, a large, elegant bed which she still shared with Bradford. She didn't mind his age, he was experienced, all she had to do was close her eyes and see Prince Tomas. Oh Tomas, why could he not love her?
She had seen the way he looked at Snow, the way he danced with Snow, the way he was when he was with or near Snow. Jealousy sparked her anger, and she would one day give Snow exactly what the girl deserved. Snow deserved to be a servant; she was born from a servant man. Everyone knew that, why did Bradford not kill the infant before he had become attached?
Isabelle walked over to her wardrobe. A long, plain looking mirror stood before her.
"Mirror, Mirror, oh thee that know all of all.
Where hide Snow?
Behind curtain? Door? or Wall?"
The mirror said nothing in reply, but it no longer showed the young Queen's reflection, instead it showed Snow. She was sitting on a bench, roses surrounding the girl. She looked so beautiful. No tears were in her eyes this time. Instead she just sat there sniffing a single red rose, looking thoughtful.
Isabelle didn't need to ask how to get there; she had already known the way. Instead she asked another question.
"Mirror, Mirror, oh thee that hang upon my wall,
Who does the King Bradford love most of all?"
The mirror changed from the reflection of Snow for only the briefest of moments, then it showed her beautiful face once again. Snow? Not Joshua? He loved Snow more then he loved his son? That couldn't be!
"Mirror, Mirror, I ask thee so much,
But who is the one Prince Tomas wishes to touch?"
Once again the mirror faded from Snow but then back once again. Isabelle did not scream, she did not hit the mirror in her rage, she did not even change the expression on her lovely face. But the rage was inside of her. Once again she talked to her mirror.
"Mirror, Mirror, Oh thee that hangs upon my wall,
Who is the most beautiful of all?"
The mirror faded once again only to show the face of Snow once again. Still the Queen showed not her rage. But, oh the rage it grew, and grew, until it was nearly bubbling out of her, yet still she held it back; it would not show... not yet.
The ball for her son was tomorrow, she had to finish the last details of her dress. She let all thoughts of Snow fade to the very back of her mind... but not out of her mind completely.
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Snow wore a long red gown. It was ruby red, matched her lips, and she wore a ruby necklace. Her hair she wore partly up, ruby combs holding it in place. She once again was asked by her father not to wear any make up, and so she didn't. Her dress was different then she had ever worn before. The bodice was tight, it was a sleeveless dress, the material covering what should be hidden, but showed a lot more skin than should have been shown. The dress was not as full as she used to wear; it slipped down her hips and then flared out only slightly. A lighter shade of material, so sheer you could see through it, fell from her once side of her hip, around her back and to the other hip to make the dress seem fuller; it fell down and swept the floor slightly, but did not cover the front of the dress so that she was able to walk with out fear of tripping. She looked in the mirror and saw her exposed, pale skin. She, uncomfortable with showing so much skin, covered her shoulders with a shawl that matched the thinnest material of her dress. It was summer so she was not afraid of being cold.
She walked into the ball room, the speeches had been given and she knew that she was a little late, but she also knew few people would have noticed.
"You look beautiful, Snow." Charming complemented as he stepped up beside her. He hadn't gotten out of the marriage yet, and he knew that Snow's father wouldn't tell her that he tried until he managed to get out of it. So until then he had to treat her the way he would if he was going to marry her.
"Thank you," she said it sweetly, but something was wrong. Charming looked at her oddly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concern was true upon his face. Snow looked over at him and smiled, only slightly, her smile grew and she pulled him by the arm onto the dance floor.
"Dance with me," she said pulling him close to her, almost as if hugging him. "Just dance with me." She whispered it into his ear before she stepped back and joined the dance. He stared at her as they danced together. She was too beautiful, too perfect... how could she be who she was? Why couldn't she have been a true princess?
Charming did dance with her, one dance faded into the next and it seemed as if the first song had never actually stopped. Charming pulled away, he breathed a slow breath before bowing and walking out the doors. Snow saw Tomas walking towards her, he was smiling kindly and reached up his hand, wanting to dance with her.
She danced with Prince Tomas.
Isabelle looked away from her husband for a moment to see Snow dancing with Tomas. The rage chewed at her soul, ate at her, wanted to break free... but she remained calm, and the rage, it grew. It grew by the day, by the moment, by the thought of Snow her rage grew.
After the dance Snow dismissed herself from Tomas, she didn't see the disappointed look in his eyes. She went to find Charming.
Charming sat outside on the fountain, Adele was next to him. Snow walked out and she and Adele greeted each other.
"What is wrong?" Snow asked, the look on Adele's face was heartbreaking.
"Angel," Adele said looking over at Charming. He cleared his throat slightly and stood, finding whatever it was he was about to say hard. "No one can find him... we fear he may be dead. He went horse riding and never came back."
Adele sobbed but held back the tears. Snow tried to comfort her, she hugged her friend and said kind words but it seemed to help little, Charming stood behind Adele and watched Snow rub her friend's hair, and whisper too quietly for him to understand.
Adele lifted her head, a determined look on her face.
"Snow, you and Charming go inside," she glanced away. "I wish to be alone."
Snow looked to Charming for an answer; stay or go? He nodded for them to leave the girl be. Charming kissed Adele gently on the cheek, whispered a condolence and took Snow's hand to escort her inside. Snow looked at Adele once more in concern before walking inside with Charming.
She never saw Adele again... Adele had gone looking for adventure. They never found her body nor the body of Angel. Snow liked to think that they found each other and lived happily ever after. Adele's life was filled with adventure and this odd creation her mind worked up...
...This thing called Love...
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