As White As Snow

Chapter 2

A daughter perhaps. Yes, a wonderful daughter for my lovely husband.

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9 months later.....

"AAAAAAH!" Rivera was groaning in the damp cabin.

"Push, sweetheart, push!" Jonah was holding her hand, urging her to continue. He hated to see her in so much pain.

"Nooooo! It huuurrtttsss." She hissed loudly as the world was spinning around her. She'd lost a lot of blood, judging by Jonah's accounts. He was a surgeon, after all.

"It's going to be alright, sweetie. Push!" With a final push, she ground.

"Ooooooh." Then, as a sudden shrill cry of a baby came into view, the breath of Rivera White was diminished. Jonah smiled.

"It's a daughter! A wonderful daughter!" He cried in joy. He frantically grabbed Rivera's hand and placed it on the bloody daughter.

"You see, sweetheart? It's alright." Jonah checked her arm again. It was limp. "Rivera? Rivera. Listen, it's alright. Say something." Her pulse had slowed. "Rivera! Answer me!" He shook her and the baby.

"J-Jonah. This... this is my l-last.... Please. Take care of h-her." And with that, Rivera White was pronounced dead. Jonah cradled the baby and broke into convulsing sobs.

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 10 years later...

"Snow," Snow's father had already begun to rise. He woke up to his daughter's sobbing and waltzed over to her room in the manly manor Rivera had always known to love.

"Daddy, I'm scared." Snow stayed in her bedroom, curled up into a ball on her bed. Jonah came up to her and brushed her hair out of her face.

"It's alright, Snow. It'll be alright. You'll have a new mommy tomorrow." Snow hissed.

"She's not my mommy. No one can have a new mommy." She cried and bawled and shook and yelled. There was nothing Jonah could do to stop her. Yes, it's true. He had proposed to a woman named Terressa Black. She'd been a madam for a little while (a person who takes care of prostitutes) but apparently "stopped". Jonah had been impressed with this sudden change of attitude, just for him.

So in that case, he decided to marry. Maybe she'd be just like Rivera, he once thought. Anyways, he didn't want a madam anywhere near his beloved daughter. She was the only thing that he had left of... her. Of course, he never knew anything about the wish that Rivera made.

Snow's black hair was in deep contrast surrounding her white, pale face. Her red lips were trembling from the sobs. Terressa would be here tomorrow.

"Go to sleep now, Snow." She silently nodded, brushing away the final tears.

"J-just make sure she won't h-hurt me." She slowly trembled on her way under the covers, covering her face with the blanket.

"I won't, sweetheart. I won't." And with that, Jonah White closed the door on his daughter, walking back towards his bedroom. Once again, he thought, Maybe she'd be just like Rivera.

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Snow woke up with a thud on her head. She hated the damn low celings that made her feel like a giant. She still had a lot of time to grow. Her toes delicately landed on the floor, silently searching for her lamb-wool slippers. Her father was the richest man in town, besides the Thompson household. Should we even say "household"? It's a castle. Phillip Thompson was a prince. He'd only be 11 years old now, one year older than Snow.