snow white was born from harsh winds and stained blood on glass. her birth, killing her mother, her father hating her existence. fate had not been kind to snow since the moment she took a breath on earth.
her father remarried, to a younger thing, legs long and hair blond like silk. snow hated her step-mother, and her step-mother hated snow right back. snow was jealous, that her father loved this vile women more than his own daughter.
then came a boy, when snow thought nothing could get worse. his hair like ash, and skin dark like toffee. his eyes wicked and malevolent, but poor snow was oblivious. she thought he was her prince.
and then there was her mirror. something that was passed down to snow from her mother. in a way, it was the only good thing she had in her life. because when she looked at it, snow knew she saw the most beautiful soul gazing back at her.
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Snow
Fantasya dark twist on a modern fairytale | snow white reimagined. "so beautiful." he murmured, tracing her jaw like a freshly cut apple. "so pure." he continued, looking her body up and down. "yet so asleep. and so very vulnerable." he whispered, with a...
