Life wasn't always bad. I wasn't always hated by everyone. Once upon a time, things were actually going well.
It started when I got married to the love of my life, the King. He already had a child named Snow, she was from another woman. I didn't care. I loved him with all of my heart, and I was ready to look after my only daughter.
A few years later, he suddenly fell dead. He died too early. I wasn't ready for it. No one was. By then, Snow was a child. I had never been a mother before. Especially not a single one, but I would look after Snow as if she were mine.
After a while, people started to turn on me. They spread rumours that I was mistreating Snow, my own daughter. Snow still loved me though. She knew I wasn't, but she never told anyone. All they had was my word. They wouldn't believe me. I don't even know why.
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8 years later
It's been a while. People are starting to quiet down about me, but Snow is drifting away from me. I am also drifting away from her. I'm not sure if it was really worth it. It wasn't, but it's too late to back out now. We are both extremely stubborn.
I look out of my window solemnly. I can see Snow talking to her friends. Didn't know she had any, but it's always good to have a few in case one betrays you. After a while of staring into space, I draw my pen and write,
Meanwhile in the glowing land
Rid of all warmth and sand
Ice takes over the grass and sea
And
I look back at it for a few seconds and rip the piece of paper apart. Why do I even do this? I am a queen, not a bard.
There is a knock on the door. "Come in." Snow kicks the door open, hands filled with gifts. "So what's all this for?" I say unenthusiastically.
"It's my birthday mum! Did you forget?"
"You're a bit old for this, don't you think?"
"No mum! I'm 18!"
I think for a while. She is 18 now, but it's no different to her other birthdays. She's an adult, I guess.
"Well... uh.. today my mother died! Yes. So I think today we should celeb— no, focus on that."
"Didn't she die before I was born?"
"Today is her anniversary of her death."
It's not actually, I just can't stand Snow when she has something to brag about.
"Today you should be very upset."
"What about all the other years?"
"Ugh, can't we just talk without arguing? Go talk to your friends or something."
