Femme Fatale: Snow White

Chapter 6

Pic on the side is of Princes; Adrian, Stephan and Chris in that order so you know which is which.

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Chapter 6

Snow's POV

I sighed and held up and inspected my work. Finally I was finished.

I was currently sitting on my ‘bed’ in my prison cell – officially known as a ‘bedroom’ – and was bending my injured (and bare) leg to and fro while I had sewed together the patch on my trousers. I had to use material from the other leg of it, so that meant the trousers were now almost skin tight, but at least they’d fit better into my knee-high boots.

“They look good,” Chase said, looking up from helping me clean my swords, as well as his own, and inspecting my handiwork as well. “Think you’ll be able to come downstairs to meet the other Prince’s?”

Since I had no other clothing and my tunic was so short in that it barely covered the top half of my body, I had to get one of my brothers (Luc and I both insisted) to stay behind to make sure no one came in while I set about doing my chore (I mistrusted everyone in the castle since I could not see them – stupid four walls that contained me). Chase volunteered since he was feeling just as melancholy as I was about having to stay within walls. Like they say misery loves company, so we’d been complaining about it the whole time we’d been confined.

“Yeah, I’m not going to let them think I can’t do my job.” I grunted, getting up and putting the article of clothing on, glad that the leather – though tight – helped secure the injured part of my leg even more than the bandages. “It’s bad enough that they’re already against me because I’m a woman.”

“What makes you think that?” He asked with a grin and handed me my weapons as soon as I put my belt back on and covered the bare part of my stomach that the tunic or trousers didn’t.

I rolled my eyes while I sheathed them in their right slots and reached for my boots. “I saw the way all the men were staring at me when I rode in, I’m not stupid.”

I felt his eyes bore into me as I zipped my boots up and put the remaining daggers inside the slots within them.

“You think…Oh I keep forgetting you’re naïve to this part of the world.” He chuckled.

I put my hands on my hips when I finished, not at all amused at him calling me that.

“It’s bad enough I got rejected by the Concilium because of my lack of knowledge on the ways of the world; I don’t need you laughing at me about it either.”

He sheathed his own weapons before he pulled my now angrily frigid body in for a hug, and sighed when I didn’t return it.

“I’m sorry; it’s just so cute that you think that men are staring at you because you’re a female Praedator.” He continued to chuckle.

“There’s another reason?” I asked, pulling away as much as I could from him so I could look up at him when he answered.

“Yeah, and I don’t want to be the one to discuss it with you.” He rolled his eyes. “Tell you what, you and that princess are such close friends, you should ask her.”

“But, how would she know about it?” I asked with my eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“It’s a girl thing.” He groaned, gave me a kiss on the forehead and then pulled away and opened the door of the bedroom, “After you.”

I rolled my eyes and strode past him, now feeling much better about having skin tight trousers. It definitely helped support the injured leg, so even though it hurt like a bitch, it still made it possible for me to walk normally enough so that the people who hired us would think that I was healed enough to do my job.