Snow White, but I write it

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The wicked hot queen beckoned for her loyal, the youngest and trusted soldier for an important work of hers. The soldier dropped one of his knees and knelt with his head low infront of her highness. The queen smirked, she always liked to be praised. 

"Yes, your highness?" he finally raised his head. 

"I have a job to be done." the queen said in a low menacing voice, "By you, my loyal soldier."

"Yes your majesty, your wish is my command." the soldier regretted his wording. Her wishes are always grim. The queen seemed pleased though. 

She had a brown box in her hand, with a heart lock on it. 'That isn't good.' thought the soldier. All she ever commanded him was purely selfish and cruel. But nothing was as cruel as her wish she was about to command him now. 

"Guide Snow White through the woods," the queen started, the soldier felt relief. Finally it was not a killing assignment of an innocent. 'It was just to safeguard the princess,' he thought. The queen atleast wanted her daughter safe when she roamed the woods.

SIKE!

His relief fell short as the queen continued, "Kill her, and place her heart in this box." Yeah, why did he have hope that she had some kindness in her heart? Her jealous heart just wanted to be the hottest woman to ever live, whatever it takes. Even if, it costs a life. "Let her remains be eaten by wild animals."

The soldier sulked, but he didn't show it to the queen. "Yes, your majesty." 

The queen grinned from ear to ear, thinking she was finally about to be the hottest woman of all. She wetted her wicked lips and ordered her command to be done now. "What are you waiting for? Finish it off quickly."

"As you wish, your highness."

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As commanded, the soldier took Snow to the woods. The trees were dense, only letting tiny beams of sunlight seep through the branch gaps. Snow kept her guard on, she knew he was one of the most loyal men they had in the kingdom. 

And that means, if he's here to accompany her, then he must be commanded to do so by her cruel mother. Certainly, 'he means no good,' she understood. 

They kept walking through the woods, the air was tense and both of them kept quiet. Snow heard some chirps, no, it was cries for help. Snow rushed towards the little chirp sound, and knelt down beside an injured baby bird. She forgot he was there, watching. Waiting for an opportunity to finish the job.

She softly lifted the bird up in her palms, making sure not to hurt it. "It's okay," she mumbled in a reassuring way, the baby bird kept screeching in pain. It knew she won't hurt it, but, it knew he wouldn't do the same. It screeched as it witnessed him draw out his sword. "I know. You can be quiet now." she smiled at the tiny bird, she knew.

The moment she said 'I know' and did not panic, his heart sank. Every time he would draw out his sword to kill off a peasant, they would beg, beg for his mercy. 

She tore off a piece of cloth from her sleeve, not disturbed by him, and rolled it into a strip. He stepped forward quietly as if like an ambush, his hands trembled. The thought of killing an innocent, fourteen year old kid wasn't just clicking right in his head nor his heart. 

He tightened his grip on the sword, and clenched his jaw. 'It'll end in a minute, princess. Quick and painless. I'm sorry,' he thought. He shut his eyes forcefully and was ready to swing his sword at her.