"Something I always knew about Snow, was that she was always sweet. Always kind. Just a really nice girl. And she was my best friend. And I didn't know what I'd ever do if I ever lost her".
"Yeah, I was your best friend".
"That's all I ever was to y...
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The ebony haired female known as Snow looks up from the screen of her phone, giving a huff of a sigh as she does so. "Maybe today will be the day? Who am I kidding? He's as oblivious and dense as ever", she murmurs as she straightens up and rises from the couch that she'd been perched on for the past hour and a half, watching sappy Netflix shows and procrastinating eating a full meal.
Becoming a couch potato.
Maybe just procrastinating life.
The usual. Well, when she wasn't at work. Which was mostly five days a week ever since she'd been promoted. I.e. her dad turning up at the police station and scaring her boss to the point where he let her take as much time off as possible and pay her a very generous amount at the same time. Just to sweeten the deal. Just to keep the peace. The positives of having a multimillionaire demon king as your father. The noirette lifts her arms above her head and stretches, letting a soft noise of relief slip past her pink rosebud lips as her back clicks in multiple places, the stiffness fading almost immediately. Her up stretched arms drop to their sides and she drops her phone onto the couch, giving a gentle sigh as she sinks her slender fingers into her soft, silky jet-black hair. "Agenda? Mac&Cheese for the goofball perv", she murmurs, lilac eyes flitting around the shared apartment before landing on the doorway to the kitchen.
Well, shared for the past two years. Before that, she'd been living in a rather crappy condition apartment, where everything seemed to be falling apart.
Despite being a daughter of a multimillionaire. A multimillionaire. And a princess. Next in line to the throne of Hell. Once again, multimillionaire. A constant question asked by many. Why the hell didn't you buy a palace of your own? The money just seems to never end. Yeah, problem with being a runaway rebel of a princess is that you need to have and keep a very low profile, so low that you have to live in squalor, constantly moving from place to place. State to state. For this girl, friendships and relationships never seemed to last. Especially when you're on the run from your own father, siblings, maids, butlers, knights, future suitors, your grandparents, the tailor, rivals, your personal hairdresser (who seemed absolutely mortified when he'd seen Snow after she'd taken a pair of sharp scissors, run them across her tongue and said 'See Ya' to her long locks; she came out of the bathroom that night with jaggedly cut shoulder length hair and a new personality.. honestly you don't expect someone to actually name their child 'Snow' do you? Puh-lease.) and just plain old responsibilities. Oh and the constant fear that your bank account will be frozen by your possessive father who won't stop trying to marry you off and force you to take up the role of Queen Bitch at the round table.
