Upon A Star

Chapter 20

Snow White strolled in the royal gardens in admiration of the green, serene nature that surrounded her. The smell of fresh air calmed her and the sound of the grass bristling against each other thrilled her.

Moving towards the apple tree, she balanced herself on the tip of her toes in order to reach the brightest apple that hang from the branch. Plucking it down whilst tiptoeing was quite a challenge, and so the apple plopped on the top of her head and then fell down onto the grass and rolled slightly.

The princess squeaked whilst reaching down to pick up the brilliant, red apple. "Here you go," she talked to herself as she twisted the apple around and examined it clinically to find that the illuminating fruit mirrored her own reflection.

She started singing to herself in her sweet voice, the very same voice that caused every single animal to melt and kneel in appreciation. Even though her stepmother was Queen, she was not respected. She was feared. Whereas Snow White, who had no say in the running of the kingdom, was treated with utter admiration from all those around her, even the trees leaned their trunks at her feet in honour of her presence.

Biting into the apple, she cherished every taste that rolled onto her tongue. Sweet, pure, and addicting – she just couldn't get enough. Apples were her favourite fruit of all time, if everything failed, an apple a day kept her worries away.

But in this case, as she sat against the tree trunk, her spine pressed against the wood, ignoring the splintering sensation that stabbed her back. She enjoyed her fruit, and as she bit into the apple, every worry in her mind disappeared.

The walls that bled tears, the ceiling that cried pain and her parents only a distant memory.

She was no longer the Princess she was born to be. She did not wear a crown; she did not enjoy the kingdom. She was isolated within the palace walls.

Snow White was always alone with her father, her mother had passed during her birth, and so it was just she and the King. When one day the King decided that Snow needed a female for Snow to idolize and look up to, and that is where her stepmother the Queen came in. Unfortunately, one day, the King passed away of unknown disease, so Snow never managed to feel of royal status. She was treated like a servant, she was allowed a gown, but she never displayed her rightful crown on her head.

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"Huntsman," the Queen hissed.

The Huntsman kneeled and stated, "Your Majesty."

"Bring me the heart of Snow White in this box," she smirked and bestowed a silver box carved with roses. And on the lock of the box, there was a heart, shaped with black diamonds. "Bring me her heart once she is dead."

The Huntsman looked up at her with disbelief, but he knew not to question the Queen. "Yes," he paused. "Your Majesty."

Celeste posed, one after the other in front of the clicking photographer. Her eyes flirted with the lens, and her lips pouted. She ignored the aweing sounds that came from the photographer and everyone else on set; she simply focused on striking the perfect pose that was promised to be on a magazine.

Meanwhile, Luke stood nearby with a tray in his hands balancing a large jug of water with ice cubes drowning inside.

His gaze could not be ripped away from Celeste. The way her hips moved towards the camera, the way her eyelashes flattered like butterflies. Stars above, the way her eyes twinkled melted his fragile heart. He was clearly wearing his heart on his sleeve, and she was clearly ignoring to see that.