Snow-White and Rose-Red: Chapter 3 Mistaken Supper
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That night Snow-White cooked for three. It was a splendid meal of baked fish with an herbal sauce and an equally delicious onion soup. Aloud she claimed it was for her love, Rose-Red, but in her mind she made it for the man; and he knew.
That night as they ate it was not silent and awkward as it had been that morning. Snow-White and Rose-Red talked of their life, and adventures they had shared together. The man, the prince, the actor, sat silently, listening intently, smiling at Snow-White when she looked at him.
Rose-Red talked the most, and seemed not to notice the smiles the man gave her Snow-White, or did not care. She was certain that her Snow-White was capable of loving only her. Yet, sadly, she was terribly mistaken.
Rose-Red, Snow-White, and the man sat at the table for hours, Rose-Red and Snow-White still talking, the man still listening. They sat there till the food got cold, and the soup thickened, until the soft pink glow of morning filtered through the window.
Snow-White yawned and got up from the table, starting to clear it. As she reached to take the man's plate he placed his hand on hers. She looked at him, her heart fluttering and curiosity in her eyes.
Go to sleep, my beautiful one, I will clean for you. Take Rose-Red and go to sleep. He thought, and she understood.
Snow-White nodded, then glanced at her Rose-Red, she was asleep. Quickly, blushing, Snow-White placed a quick kiss on the man's cheek. He smiled up at her, and watched as she woke Rose-Red and they went to their room to sleep.