Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who is the Fairest of Them All? (Tommyinnit Au)

Chapter 3- Why Doesn't She Love Me?

Tommy POV

What did he ever do wrong? He had done everything in his power to be good, to keep his promise. Yet it never seemed to change anything. In some ways, it made things worse.

Ivory became queen upon the king's death, Tommy being too young. Tommy was only nine at the time, so it only made sense. However that didn't mean it was the right decision. 

Ivory did everything in her power to make her life better. More jewelry, more dresses, everything she could get her hands on. She could never get enough, having fallen into the pit of greed. By raising herself higher than others she made everyone else's lives miserable. Partially Tommy's.

Instead of having her own servants, he became her only one. Aside from sewing, he did everything, scrubbing the floor until his fingers bled. The poor boy was barely ever given a meal and when he was it was never anything more than a piece of bread and water. The other servants and knights could only look on in pity as the young prince suffered for years.

But he kept his promise. He was nothing more than kind, offering her a small flower or sneaking a treat for her. Tommy did everything in his power to stay positive. Through every bruise, every scar, every horrible insult. But it never changed anything.

Somehow that hope never died even when it should have. 

Tommy sighed, wiping his forehead on his ripping sleeve. He hadn't gotten new clothes in months, nearly a year. Niki had made him clothes for his sixteenth birthday, but through all the labor they were wearing out.

He smiled to himself, his work finally finished. It could practically see his reflection in the tiles. Maybe Ivory would finally be pleased. His grin widened at the thought, ignoring the sinking realization that had yet to surface. She would never be pleased with anything he ever did.

"Thomas." He hated that name, more than anything.

Tommy quickly looked up, seeing Ivory standing there in all her glory. Her crown sat on her head, covered with the jewels. The silk dress was perfect, with no imperfection in sight. A mirror was in her hand, and she was staring at her reflection, admiring it.

"Yes?" he responded.

"Yes. Your Majesty, Thomas." she glared at him, finally looking away from the object.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Tommy gulped, biting his lip. He looked down, catching sight of her shoes. They were covered in mud. And that's what he realized what she was doing. He sighed, shaking his head.

"What wonderful work you've done." she smirked, prancing about the room. Muddy footprints followed her, much like a shadow. She turned back, gasping, "Oh Thomas, you missed a spot!" 

Tommy bit down on his lip, nodding. He knew better than to argue, his bruises reminded him of that.

"I want to see it spotless before dusk." she told him, back to staring into the mirror.

"But that's impossible!" he exclaimed, knowing it was nearly dusk now.

Ivory turned to him, not hesitating before slapping him across the face. "Are you talking back to me boy?"

Tommy rubbed his cheek, quick to blink away the coming tears. "N-no." he stammered, "O-of course not."

"That's what I thought." She turned on her heel, an evil grin painted on her face.

Tommy finally looked at all the work that he still had to do. All that scrubbing was worthless, he as back to square one. He wanted to curl up and cry, more than anything. But he couldn't, he didn't have the time.

He took a deep breath and began cleaning once more.

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Ivory POV

Ivory strode into her room, still smiling. She set aside her mirror, moving to a small curtain that covered one of the walls. Carefully, she pulled a small rope, causing the curtain to move aside. She slowly closed her door after making sure no one was around.

A large mirror took over the hidden wall. Gold lined it, making beautiful patterns. A small jewel sat in the top of it, gleaming in the light.

Ivory smiled, finally asking the question she had longed to ask. She finally believed she was worthy, how could she not be? She had everything. Beauty, power. She had to be the fairest, she just had to be.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all?" 

The glass shimmered and a figure came into view. She gasped when she realized it wasn't her. It was Tommy.

"The Prince, with skin as white as snow, hair as blonde as sand, and eyes as bright as the sky. He is the fairest, My Queen."

Ivory roared in rage, "There must be some mistake!"

"I make no mistakes, My Queen." the mirror replied.

She shouted for a servant, a man named Fundy.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Fundy stuttered, fearing what she could possibly want.

"I have a mission for you." Fundy perked up, praying it wasn't bad. But deep down he knew it was. "I want you to take the prince deep into the woods, and kill him." She smiled at the thought. "I want you to bring me his heart."

Fundy's eyes widened with fear and panic. How could he do such a thing? He forced that feeling aside, stating, "I swear it will be done, Your Majesty."

The queen dismissed him, ushering him out of the room.

Leaving Fundy alone as he stood there, shaking. 

He made a vow, he was going to save Tommy. No matter what it takes, he was going to save him.

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