Snow White And The Dragon

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

-Lumus-

Once upon a time a queen, she was walking on the palace yard, appreciating the beauty of the winter snow covering the dirt when she spotted a rose blooming in defiance of cold. Reaching for it, she prickled her finger and tree drops of blood fell. And because the red seemed so alive against the white she thought:

"If only I had a child as pale as the snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as raven's wings. With all the strength of that rose..."

Soon after the queen gave birth to a beautiful submissive boy and named him Gray. The little boy grow up in beauty, loved by all the Kingdom, specially his best friend the son of a Lord, Lyon.

"Careful so you won't fall!" Gray shout.

"I'm just getting you an apple." Lyon spoke, offering the fruit to the prince, but when Gray reached out to take it, Lyon recoiled his hand to himself, bitting the apple.

"Lyon!"

When Gray was 12 years old, his mother fell ill and passed away leaving the King inconsolable. Taking advantage of his grief, a dark and mysterious army appeared and lured him into battle. The army was defeated but what would soon come to pass was far darker.

"Sire, a prisioner." The noise of locks being broken echoed on the battlefield.

"Fear nothing, no harm will come from me and my men. What's your name?"

"Mard, Sire."

So enchanted was the King by the submissive's beauty, that he forgot for the first time of his broken heart and wasted no time in marring the stunning man.

Months after rumours about a beast circled the Kingdom and the King took matters in his own hands, heading for the dark forest to never came back.

When the King was considered dead, the new queen became the supreme ruler and with madness in his eyes and thirsty for power dripping from his voice he commanded the death of all who supported the King's politics.

So poisonous was the reign of Mard Geer, that nature turned on itself and people turned on each other. The land died and with it, the hope. And all that time, he kept Gray, who had being captured during the civil battle on the palace ground, imprisoned, high up on the north tower. The prince was forced to stay there until fate decided it was time to fight.

-x-

(Six years later)

The sun shone through big windows, weak and ominous, its rays hitting closed eyelids and making them open to reveal dark blue iris, their owner frowning a little at the annoying feeling. Soft curses left fiery red lips and a body shuffled on a big bed, slim legs kicking covers away from a slightly androgynous form.

Prince Gray stumbled to the window and looked out, his faced contorted. It was painful and yet breathtaking to look at the ocean, because he knew that as wonderful as it was he would never have the chance to touch it and feel the salt on the cold water... Oh how he missed it.

The queen Mard knew that Gray was the crown prince and it was his right to become the king when he was of age. Unfortunately, Mard Geer was smart and had convinced the whole kingdom that Gray was too fragile - he had made sure of it when forbid the prince of taking fighting classes - and his nature way too submissive, therefor he shouldn't become the king.

When the prince was already changed in his casual clothes, white trousers tucked in black boots and purple long cloth around his waist, which its opening would stay on one side of his hip leaving one leg covered and the other on display. His torso was clad with a tight fitting shirt also of the same colour with large sleeves and withe patterns and to top it all his crown. The royal jewel was a silver greek crown, with leaves and branches connected and intertwined forming a circle, its size perfectly fitting on top of Gray's head.