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SNOW WHITE'S POV
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"My dear Snow White; I have been sent a letter from an anonymous civilian. It says he plans to kidnap Delia, and raise her as his own. However, he may be lying, and this is what we must make sure of," said Wilmer, twiddling his chubby fingers.
The squat man was only five feet tall, and he was very plump at that. He reminded me of King Henry VIII, but I never spoke of this. It was too impolite.
"Why that is terrible!" I shrieked. Delia began to cry, and Char immediately picked her up. He cradled her, and sat down in the rocking chair my dear friends the dwarfs and given me. Slowly, Delia began to calm down.
"Yes, my dear daughter-in-law. What should we do; I thought I'd ask you, as you two are the parents," said Wilmer hesitantly. I looked at my husband for guidance.
"I think that we shall put guards at her windows and guards at her doors. Bars will be on the windows anyhow, and a gate shall be installed on the entry of her room."
"Oh, Char, please. She can't be imprisoned in her own little room! She's a baby. I can keep her with me at all times, and our most trusted guards can keep watch. We won't go outside. And even if we do, she'll be protected. I can't let her grow up a jailbird!" I cried, rushing over to my daughter. She was asleep, her small thumb tucked into her mouth. I smiled.
"Yes, Char, I think your wife's idea is the best."
"But—"
I gave my husband a stern look, and he immediately fell silent.
"I love you, and I suppose because of this fact I'll do what you say," said Char, smiling. He kissed me on the cheek and put Delia back in her basinet.
"Good. It shall be put into action this instant. And—", began Wilmer, waddling over to open the French doors, "—here is that blasted letter."
Char snatched it from his father's chunky hand, and began reading it immediately aloud. Quietly, Wilmer left the room and closed the doors behind him.
"Dear King Wilmer and Queen Haley," he read.
"It is in my knowledge that your son, Char, has fathered a baby girl, Delia Katharein Juliana Fran. Nothing will stop me from saying, congratulations. The mother, Princess Snow White, I assume is doing fine. But, she and her husband will not be for long. I have longed for a child of my own for a year; I am but eighteen. And, my husband has left me for an older woman, and I am mourning his presence still. I will, at all costs, kidnap the new Princess of Sweden, and will do everything I can to attain her. I will not fail, I guarantee you, and will raise her as my own. The parents may have another child that I will not attempt to take, but please—as a kind and humble peasant woman—allow me to keep little Delia. Sincerely,", and the letter ended there. No one had signed it, no one at all.
"Oh, why that is terrible! Our dear little Delia!" I cried, rushing over to the little one. I scooped her up, and cradled her. I never wanted to leave her, especially unattended.
"Why anyone could have taken her this morning! We're terribly lucky," said Char, watching his daughter coo.
"I think my plan will work, Char. No one could take her if I was always with her, holding her and caring for her. I'll never leave her ever. Not even at night, when she goes to sleep. I'll hold her then, too. And no nurses!"
Just then, three guards walked through the doors. Behind them, Jace and his elder brother, Cam were walking proudly.
"Good morning, your Highnesses. These are the guards that are to keep watch over you and protect you until this woman is found. Tyro, Maac, and Lakehurst are their names," said Cam. Jace was standing on his tippy-toes, and stretching his neck out.
"Why, Jace, what are you doing?" I asked kindly.
"Where is the baby?" he asked. I laughed, and Char chuckled, but Cam smacked him on the back of his head.
"Don't forget your place, Jace."
"Ha-ha! That rhymed!" said Jace. This was the start of a sillier, happy Jace that I knew was normally not around.
"Shut up, pinhead. Beg your pardon, Princess, Prince. He is the most unintelligent," said Cam, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, we're fine with that. Here, come along, Jace—Cam. I'll show you her."
The two boys bounded over to the basinet, but Cam stopped halfway.
"What is it, Cam?" asked Char.
"Well…I'm sixteen, and…I fancy Luciana, a nursemaid. She likes mature men, see, and…it won't be very mature of me to get all keyed up over a baby. A girl one at that, your Highness," said Cam, bowing. Char laughed.
"I shall let Luciana know you are quite mature. Now, come and see little darling Delia," I said, ushering him over. He melted at the sight.
"She looks just like you, ma'am. I mean—your Highness," said Cam, slapping his wrist.
"Oh, Cam, please—call me Snow White. It's my name, after all. And you may do the same for my husband and Delia," I said, smiling. Cam grinned.
"Your Highnesses, please! Someone has entered the castle! Many people, actually! It's a mob, and they are searching everywhere for little Delia!" cried a servant who entered the room. Char acted quickly and ushered the two boys out of the room.
"If you are found here, they will take you in for questioning! Now GO!" roared Char, and he shut the doors.
"Quick, Lakehurst, give me your sword!" he demanded, and Lakehurst did not disobey. I quickly picked up Delia, quieted her crying, and waited for Char's instructions.
Char slid the sword in-between the two doors' handles, locking them together. On top of that, he locked it regularly.
"You three, climb down this rope!" said Char, cutting a rope from a tapestry. Tyro, Maac, and Lakehurst did not fail to contravene.
"Hurry, be quick. And be ready to catch Snow White."
They were on the ground in no more than two seconds, for they jumped halfway down. I slid my body over the windowsill, and Char nodded.
"You will be safe. I will bring Delia down. Go!"
I jumped, and Maac caught me safely. I was put on the ground as the guards got ready to catch Char and my daughter…
Char jumped, holding Delia with all of his might, and Tyro caught him and Delia safely. I gasped as I took Delia in my arms.
"Let's run! Hurry! I know of just the place! Keep up with me!" I cried, and took off into the heart of the forest. Char stopped me.
"Wait, my dear Princess. Lakehurst went back to fetch us some horses."
"Can he be trusted?" I asked.
"We hope so."