Tales of Goth: MIW Fairy Tales

Snow White | Ghorror

Written by kye_monster

×Jessica's POV×

I stood in front of the long mirror. "Magic Mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

Balz, my trusty assistant appeared. "I'm very sorry your majesty, but it is no longer you."

I snapped my head up, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT ME!!??"

"It's Devin... I'm so sorry." He replied. What? Devin isn't even a woman! And he's definitely not attractive as me! Who does he think he is?

×Ghost's POV×

I kneeled on the floor of the balcony, scrubbing at the tiles beneath me. I couldn't believe it, I was a princess, but I was being forced to clean the floors. To pass time I started singing a little bit.

"Blow out the candles,
On all my Frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like valentine's
And we cry.
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph,
It lasted longer than you."

I froze when I heard another voice. I peeked and looked towards where I had heard it. There was a man sitting in the tree! He was gorgeous.

Black hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes. He had on all black. "You have a very beautiful voice, you know. But not as beautiful as yourself."

I blushed and thanked him. I really wanted to get to know him but was interrupted by the Queen screaming at me to go inside and get ready. I stood up and awkwardly left the balcony. He just stared after me which made my clumsiness even worse! Upstairs, before I began on my makeup, I looked back out the window at him. I didn't even catch his name. What was so alluring about the man?

××××

I was sitting at my vanity re-applying powder to my face when there was a loud and obnoxious knock on the door. I opened it to find Chris, one of the Queen's workers standing there. Of course, he was dressed in uniform, brown tunic with pants to match, large black boots and a belt around his waist that contained multiple weapons, varying in size and shape. He was the huntsman. I didn't have any idea as to why he was there, all he did was go out and kill a quail when the Queen demanded to have that for her next meal. He had no place around a princess!

It's not that I'm stuck up, and think that I think that just because I happened to be born into this family means I'm better than everyone. No, I had just never encountered him before. I have only seen him from afar. Yes, I did stare at him occasionally, but come on, he's really hot! I stood up straighter as he got down on his knees. It was only customary. He bowed and then stood back up again, keeping a poker face.

"Your Highness, the Queen has requested that I escort you to the throne room to speak with her." he reached his arm out, kissing my hand before leading me down the hall. Before when I said that he was attractive? Yeah, it still doesn't mean that I wanted a stranger putting his dirty ass mouth on me. Again, it was a rule for him set by that selfish bitch. Speak of the devil, there she was; sitting in her big ass throne wearing a big ass dress that were both bedazzled way more than necessary.

She barely even looked up from the piece of paper she was reading off of when I entered, not until Chris cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, I present to you, Princess Devin."

IF NEGATIVE TALK ABOUT TRANSGENDERS TRIGGERS YOU, THEN SKIP AHEAD ✨

She hisses and glared at the poor man, "Don't you dare call him a Princess! He his no such thing! Trust me Devin, you're lucky your mom and I held up that deal, otherwise I would've thrown you out by now." Yadda yadda yadda, this isn't the first time she's told me this. She muttered not-so-quietly to herself, "disgusting creatures like you deserve to be killed."