The Heartless One

Chapter 1

The Heartless One

            The land was still as fog covered the ground. Not a sound was whispered, nor a bird chirping it's little song.  The kingdom was speechless for it was mourning its beloved King's death. The Queen, however, seemed to be exceptionally happy with herself. Perhaps it was because she was the cause of his unfortunate undoing. The King was found hanging in his chambers. How could a man of such joy and love for his people, kill himself? He didn't. The Queen had her hand in his death. She slipped her vile poison into his drink to kill her husband, then tied a rope around his neck and hung him up like he was her masterpiece. She made it look like suicide so she could rule all on her own but her wrath over the kingdom won't overcome just yet for she had forgotten one little detail...the King's daughter, Snow.

            Up in the high tower of the castle, the Queen was admiring her wicked beauty as she does everyday, fishing for compliments in her own mirror.

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, tell me I'm the fairest of them all," the Queen said staring into her mirror.  

"I suppose you want the truth..." the mirror replied in sarcasm.

"TELL ME!" She screamed, her face redder than the blood that coursed through her veins. The man in the mirror managed to temporarily free his hand from the glass prison and slapped her against her cheek.

"GET IT TOGETHER WOMAN!! Now, I can't tell a lie but for the sake of this fun little interaction, who do you think it is?" the mirror said with a sly grin.

"ME!" The Queen replied throwing her hands in the air, looking up at the ceiling as if she was the most glorious creature that ever existed.

"HAHA you kill me! Try again!" The mirror said in laughter.

The queen turned wickedly toward the mirror and pointed at it, "I will kill you if you don't tell me!"

"You know who," the mirror said as serious as one could be, as if this little game he was playing was over.

"Her? Really? Why?" The queen asked shocked, as if she hadn't heard this a million times before.

"Wow, are we really going there right now, mother of Satan! RING ANY BELLS?" The mirror said turning away from her.

"Why can't you ever tell me what I want to hear?!" The queen whined.

"Because that would be lying. Would you like to know who is the most cold, heartless bitch in the land? Now that, that is you," Spat the mirror unafraid of her wrath.

"Oh I'll show you," she told the mirror under her breath, "Snow! Can you come here for a moment?" Beckoned the Queen to Princess Snow.

"Coming, step-mother!" Snow walked into the room, her eyes were red and her cheeks were still wet from her crying over her father's death. She was wearing a white silk dress. Her long black hair fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back. A silk red bow tied on top kept her hair from sticking to her face. Her lips were naturally red like strawberries and her skin was soft white like snow. She was only sixteen at the time of her father's passing. He had held off on finding her a husband when she became of age since he felt like no one deserved his beautiful daughter or her innocence but when she turned sixteen he decided it was time. Snow wasn't going to live forever and her proper child-rearing days were almost up. He had arranged for her to be wed on her seventeenth birthday to man by the name of Lord Simon. She was to take the throne with her father's blessings shortly after the wedding. That alone would anger the Queen to a Hell bent rage but what sent her further over the edge was that Snow's kindhearted soul was as pure as her father's and she couldn't stand it.