Bittersweet

The Fairest One

"Hello, mother," the pale girl in front of the queen sneered. "Thought you'd never see me again, didn't you?"

"How- how did you..."

"It was easy, really," the dastardly villainous teen confessed. The queen's hands quivered as she shook her head in disbelief. "I did everything," she cursed herself internally. "I tried everything, and she was still alive." She had paid an assassin to be done with this girl, yet she still breathed. Oh, what a mistake the queen had made bringing that child into this world.

"An assassin? This assassin?" the girl inquired in faux innocent as if she had read the queen's mind. The girl pulled from the sack she carried a crude item. It was fleshy, stunk terribly, was oddly hair, and had blood stained in thick pools on it. The queen gasped aloud, and dropped her only weapon, a long dagger, in shock.

It was a disembodied head; the assassin's head. The assassin was dead.

"You monster!" the queen hissed, tears filled with many different emotions gathering in her eyes. The girl's face twisted into a sickly sweet smile even more venomous than her glare.

"Uncle Hunter's death was quite a tragedy, but unfortunately, necessary," the teen stated with a shrug of nonchalance. The queen was horrified that this was what became of her wish for a child. She couldn't bare to call such a thing before her as family... as her daughter.

The girl drop kicked the head so it hit the stone of the queen's private tower and rolled to a stop in front of the tear stricken queen. The head nudged the queen's knee where she knelt on the floor from one of the girl's powerful shoves. The queen let out a single sob, and she felt bile rise in her throat. "I would do the same to you, but a much more interesting death has been prepared for you, mother," the girl paced towards her in the intimidated manner her upbringing taught her to maintain. The girl placed a long, pale, red painted finger under the queen's chin so she was forced to look at the girl's pale face. The girl's flawless black hair brushed the queen face before the girl said ominously, "You could say, it's fit for a queen," as she flashed razor sharp fangs for canines through a dangerous smile of triumph.

"Snow White, how long overdue. I can tell I'm to receive a question from you."

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who is the fairest one of all?"

"We can not judge children on their actions, uncontrolled. Only the mature's personalities are taken and tolled. You were fourteen, turned once more when the sun shone high. You're first action cold and cruel, you're personality dark and crude. For this, Snow White, my queen towers in rule. My queen is the fairest one, not you."