"Why thank you!" replied Snow White.
Snow White took a huge bite of the apple. She munched, and then a muffled scream resounded as she fell to the ground. She was dead. Cackling all the way home, Grimhilde threw her disguise into the bushes and entered the palace. She sighed as she looked around. All mine, and no one to take it from me. However, her husband had come home missing her. As he spotted her, he noticed that her dress looked oddly witchy. Landry dismissed it from his mind, thinking nothing of it.
Landry slept terribly that night. He tossed and turned and couldn't rest no matter how hard he tried. As he got dressed for the day, he was summoned to the throne room for a very important meeting.
As Landry slept that night, his fairy godmother came to him in a dream. "Your wife is a murderer. She has murdered your daughter. Her mother killed her sister, her father murdered her mother, and the magistrates executed her father for murder. She has mental illness because of witnessing the murders and needs to be stopped. She became an evil enchantress and has cast evil spells on many in your kingdom you must execute her for your safety and to free them from the spells. If you do not, you and your land shall fall under all her spells and be turned into eternal ice."
Landry woke up and sat straight up. He immediately rang for the guards to prepare for an execution. He marched over with two guards to Grimhilde's chambers. "You shall be executed for the murder of my daughter" he said callously daring to meet his wife's defiant eyes. He steadily held her gaze. That afternoon at 3:00 p.m. she would be executed for the murder of the beloved land's beautiful princess. Grimhilde the witch would never harm a soul again. And Snow White? She fell in a deep sleep only a prince could waken.
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Snow White
General FictionKing Landry and Snow White. A witch for a mother. Who will live, and who will die is the question?