She stood by the fire watching the dancing flames eating up the logs hungrily .She turned around and made her way to the big window at the far side of the room ,she watched the snowflakes flutter lazily to the ground.The oak tree stood naked ,its leaves all gone decaying under the heavy white blanket of snow. A raven which was sat on one of the branches made its way down swiftly to the ground,its inky black feathers contrasted greatly against the blank white of the snow.The fair hared woman fingered her embroidery which lay on the window seat.She did not see the needle and accidentally pricked herself and as she watched the crimson blood trickle down her finger she muttered under her breath " I wish for a daughter with skin as white as snow,hair as black as a ravens wings and lips as red as blood."Gripping the velvet curtains she sighed and prayed for a child for her darling husband to keep him company as her pact with devil was almost over and he will come to collect his prize...
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Lips as red as blood
FantasyEveryone knows about Snow white or do they? The real story of Snow white was lost as it got past down the generations and now you will here the real, darker tale told as it happened.The real story is not the same and there is certainly no happy e...
