All the stories don't always have a happy ending.

Drabble 3 : Hatred is the only feeling that matters.

Centred on the Evil Queen

Pairing : Snow White/Lilith (Evil Queen)

Spoil : Poison

It was so easy to love Snow White. It was something that everyone in the kingdom could have said; their dear princess was so pretty with her long dark hair, her purple eyes and her white skin ! And she was also kind, not proud and loving for everyone, people from the crowd or nobles; yes, the young woman was really loved by everyone.

This, the queen knew it perfectly and herself just could be under the charm of the princess Eleanor (true name of Snow White); how could have her act differently ? The princess did absolutely everything she could do to seduce her, to please her; she was truly adorable. And it was Lilith' problem, because this damn princess who was her step-daughter was someone too adorable for her own good. After the party organized in honour of Snow, she swore to herself she wouldn't let her feelings for the princess grow up; it wasn't a success...

The queen was exhausted by it; she had more and more difficulties to accept this situation that was becoming every day more and more insupportable; she didn't support anymore to see every day the blood-red lips of the princess and have a sudden desire to kiss her. She suffered terribly each time the other woman talked with another person, noble or servant. She didn't want to see Snow each time in the corridors, she and her beautiful smile and just thinking to flatten her against a wall and kiss her until they couldn't breathe and let her more profound desire to be expressed.

Desire Snow White was a true hell, and the queen succeeded little by little to bury this desire as this growing love in the deep of her heart so these one would not come back. Yes, love, true love didn't exist, Lilith understood it now, as she never realized it before. This love would destroy her, would weaken her and all she wanted, it was power, no ? Now, everything that she felt for the princess (excepting her profound irritation with admiration and jealousy for her independence, a thing she never had), was just hatred. Yes, she said to herself in the loneliness of her secret room, hatred is the only feeling that matters.

She needed nothing except that...