Murderer
A guest asked for a oneshot of Snow using the candle from Cora to kill someone who she didn't like in exchange for her mother. She is haunted by what she did.
I still had nightmares every night. Horrible, vivid, nightmares. It had been six years since the incident, but whenever I closed my eyes it felt like yesterday. But I had to do it…didn't I? My mother was going to die- and I could not lose my mother. Besides, Geoffrey (the man I had traded in exchange for my mother) was a despicable criminal. He'd been locked in the dungeon for a couple of years. I'd only met him a couple of times when part of my royal duties included serving food to the prisoners. I was always accompanied by at least three guards when I went to his cell, but he still shouted all kind of obscenities at me. I knew exactly what he had done and it disgusted me. Surely he didn't deserve to live, especially if my kind, gentle mother was going to die. But that didn't stop me from seeing Geoffrey's face every time I closed my eyes. I saw him, pale and dead. A small trail of blood trickling from his lips. I had done that- I had killed him. If my mother ever found out…it would kill her in itself. So I would keep my secret, nobody would ever know or care what really happened to Geoffrey. But inside my mind, heart and soul I would know I was a murderer and I would never be the same.