The queen lay in her bed, shaking in fear, and silently crying as the screams of the maids echoed through the halls. Snow White was finally here for her.
The footsteps that sounded outside her door were heavy and slow, like that of a predator who knew that it's prey had nowhere to go. She covered her mouth to muffle the sob that threatened to reveal her. The door creaked on its hinges as it opened, and a dark figure approached.
"My queen! You must get up and get away from here," the figure whispered urgently, stepping into the moonlight streaming in from the window, allowing her the see that it was her huntsman. He produced her cloak from behind his back, and pulled her up from the bed, throwing the cloak around her shoulders and ushering her out into the hall. As they reached the hidden door used by the servants, she turned to him, pulling him into a hug and then stepping away, "you must kill her, Grant, she's a monster! Cut out her heart and bring it to me so that I know she's vanquished," she murmured fervently.
The huntsman nodded solemnly, not voicing the fears they both held; that there might not be a heart to cut out, or that Grant may never get the chance. Her majesty stole through the secret corridor as quietly as she could, hardly even daring to breathe until she reached the opening to the courtyard and stables. Racing to her horse, she mounted him bareback and rode off into the night, leaving the horrors and blood behind her, as much as she regretted it.
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Blood Red Snow
FantasyLips, red as a rose; hair, black as ebony; skin, white as snow. The queen must stop the vampire that is slaughtering her people; the vampire known as Snow White.
