𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 - Disney Villains

the evil queen

- the evil queen -

The Queen was gone.

The stone walls petrified her secrets. The village was oblivious, the knights attended to their duties clad with rusting armor unknown of the threat that lives amongst them. And the Queen's maidens, the Queen's lovely maidens cowered away and hid with the secrets they were entrusted.

Her chambers remained barren. Collecting dust and perfect little cobwebs, the sunlight failing to break through her thick velvet drapes. Her bed was made, changed every night, and pressed with scents of her favorite flowers. Yet it remains cold until every new dawn. Untouched.

Her precious daughter, named after the very night she disappeared, had been left in the care of the mighty King. With hair peppered in black obsidian, skin as pale as the firstborn clouds, and lips the color of Eden's forbidden fruit, the princess was deprived with how the paupers come to live by. She was adorned in minerals polished from magma, her eyes held a striking resemblance to her late Queen. The so called fate has birthed itself through her majesty's daughter.

And many soothsayers shall propose of that same fate, that it would be destroyed, shunned, and crumpled in the fists of a new matron. Darkness shall rise, they say, and that darkness shall sink into the hearts of those who dare defile the crown.

The hierarchy would rule unbalanced. Thrones of that which sat a woman. A powerful woman capable of declaring lords to kneel before her. Not even the trumpets of heaven would stumble her walk nor silence her orders.

The King had set his eyes on her. Another band of gold was forged and slipped right into the fingers of a new majesty. She was his own downfall. His own karma. His own destruction of which guilt came empty. A cup of solitude was raised but she spilled hers right where the King's robes could seep its contents, reminding him of the stain she'll leave once he falls.

"Hey!" Tanned fingers snap right in front of your face, the distinct clap echoing throughout the grass hedges of the castle.

"You!—yes, you!"

The head maiden's brow furrowed further when you stayed silent. Your reverie dispersed just as quick as it came, these walls weren't meant for keeping secrets that should've been buried along with the ashes of their monarch mother's casket.

The older woman grabbed you by the shoulder, calloused hands making rough contact with your skin, though you shrugged them off lightly. "Are you new here?"

You watched her lips move, flapping to no end but not a sound ever came to fill your ears. The slight tilt of your head and the woman's agitated frown stirred a commotion in the gardens. The red roses proudly boasts their buds upfront, their leaves curling around their thorns, reaching forwards as if they too, were apart of the conversation.

"Did anyone tell you it's rude to stare?"

The others heard the held back edge to her tone. Oblivious and baffled, you could only wrinkle your nose. Wondering whatever had this woman planned to say, or why had she looked so dull and taut.

". . .they can't hear you, mistress." The older woman spun around to see her favored helper in all the kingdom. Bright blonde curls bounced lightly on her shoulders, some of its strands neatly tucked away with a silver clip. "They seem deaf."

The head maiden remained stoic. Apart from the sour heat of embarrassment radiating off her face; scolding such bovine understanding of the situation at hand. She soon gained her composure and clicked her tongue, "then what are they doing here? Certainly if the Queen wanted another one of us, she could've said so and informed me. That's what I'm meant to do around here, is it not?"