Femme Fatale: Snow White

Chapter 4

Pic of Princess Alice on the side

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Chapter 4

Snow's POV

I looked around at the bustling town in silent awe as we rode into the main lands of the FarLand kingdom, watching the interacting and occasionally squabbling humans as they rustled about in the ‘market place’ as Theron had told me it was called.

As we walked through the market, pulling on our horses so they trailed next to us, I took in the sights and smell of the place and committed it all to memory as I adjusted to the immense culture shock I was feeling.

Never had I seen so many people together, especially never seen my kindred species – females. But whether it was actually the fact that they were what they were and were so different from me in posture, or because of the unusual garb they were wearing, I couldn’t tell which one I was more uncomfortable about.

“What are they wearing?” I asked Chase as we stopped by a stand that sold fruit and vegetables.

“Who?” He asked as he munched on an apple, before looking up to see me staring at a particular blonde woman a short distance away from us, her blue cloak hiding the rich silk floaty thing she had on that emphasised her bulging stomach, and the hood of the cloak shielded her face from view.

“You mean the women? They’re called dresses.” He chuckled and ruffled my hair, but I couldn’t stop staring at her, feeling a sort of connection with the dainty looking woman.

“Dresses?” I sounded out slowly, getting used to the unknown word, before tearing my gaze away. My odd reaction must be the culture shock coming into effect. “What weird things. How do they move around in such long garments?”

“You’ll find that here, baby sister that your garments will be the odd ones.” He continued to chuckle, before gesturing for me to go look at another stall.

After our long trip here, I was all for going straight to the people who hired us to find out more information on our mission, but my brothers had insisted on me getting used to the way people live here as no doubt we would have to go all over the kingdom if we were to be protecting the Prince of them.

And no matter how uncomfortable I was being here, I knew if I wanted to become a Praedator I had to adapt to different situations quickly in order to do my job efficiently whether I liked it or not.

“Come look at this Snow,” Todd called; the natives here not even curious about us. They must get travellers a lot here.

I walked over to him, pulling over an even more reluctant Pearl along with me, before I looked down at the shiny objects on the stall manned by a weird bald man with a strange long patch of greying facial hair that grew out of his chin.

“What are they?” I said with curious awe, looking at them closely, recognising some of them as bracelets, but the other objects took more of my attention such as the gems linked together with some sort of string like quality.

“Jewellery. That particular one–” He said pointing to the object I was eyeing with interest with a red gem stone attached to a black string with smaller hunter green gems linked beside the red one, “–is a necklace.”

“Cool,” I breathed as I held it in my hands, watching the gems glisten in the early morning light. “So they go round your neck to decorate it?”

I took his indulgent laughter as a yes as I continued to peer down at it in fascination.

“That’ll cost you two pieces of silver as it’s the rarest one I have on this stall,” The weird bearded man said. “To be honest though, I’m cutting it back a bit, as I don’t think I’d have parted with such a trinket with anyone else, seeing as how the red of the ruby exactly matches your hair.”