Crown by Reality

Snow White: How it Came to Be

Pain. Painful, he describes as the wave of pain washed over him. The burning sensation coursing debilitating even for him to feel of all the years he fought, hunted and plunge unto the world of men earning their place in the bloody world outside of Royalty and Nobility. It’s a question he clearly wants an answer to why in the hellish world, can a woman throw as if he was just a rag to be thrown outside of the kitchen? On the ground he struggled to masked the aching, prickly burning sensation in all his joints, his elbow, knees, and his jaw. Goodness, that bloody exquisite pain slapped against his flesh, like ants biting his skin dragging his strength down.

“Princess… t..that… was,” Hunter lets out a raspy voice as he struggles to breathe, licking his lips he tasted the faint taste of his iron-laced blood to which his tongue described to be sweet as honey. It leak around his lips but no more than try to escape from the confines of the mouth it used to thrive, “it would… seem that I had seen your strength, your Highness.” he chuckled, the bleeding continues, strikingly crimson that has the same color of Snow White’s lips. Ah, when will it stop?

The guilt sat not on Snow White’s chest, aching and nagging her inside her heart and reaching to her mind. What she has already done cannot be undone, yet she would be lying if she said that it was an outright, brief joy she showed her manifestation of strength her hands hold. She tries not to wince over the bleeding around his lips, it distracted her leading to a sinful temptation to just… take in the image of his jaw lines down to his chin then to his lips coated with the red liquid pooling over his teeth, the urge to nibble his lips. Her throat parched, in amends she swallowed except her pride but that ecstasy of her leaning in to have her fingers pulling his face for her to swallow all of him.

All of him. Whole heartedly to her heart’s content.

What does his plump, tough lips taste like, what feel and how would she kiss him? It must be such a delicious delicacy to have within her mouth. Internally, to herself she mocked, what an utter hypocrisy, woman. You who accused him of being a perverted man. She cannot help herself, igniting a fiery passion to the promise of erotic Agape and Eros mingling with each other to her inner most tempting and impurely sinful primal desire settled deep inside her desires. Oh, how much she wanted to convey herself to him, to connect her body against his charmed, warm chest, to lock themselves in a hot, bathing in their own lust.

Then she tightly closed her eyes shut, intent on keeping these tempting desires to be played by fire. Not again, she promises to herself with a hint of a dirty lie. Snow White labored in a deep breath, always she does to compose herself and the miniscule detail unscathed in the eyes of Gothel, fascinating how the ways of the Royalty differs themselves from peasants, commoners, to every people like them. The Princess, uttered not an apology using her words, instead she expressed in her own little subtle ways, only in her own thoughts can she speak the truthfulness on how inhumanly imperfect her actions deems to the woman she was, an equal to her people.

“A Schneewhitten does not bow their heads, we do not, ever associate with imperfections.” His Father’s spike to her, an intact memory from both two lives she once and now lived in again, albeit how different it was now.

Hunter managed to drag himself to where he sat on the wooden floor while clutching his forehead, the lingering pain sending shivers throughout every nerves his body can reach, it would seem it will take a while for the pain to leave him alone. For the time being, silently he contemplates just how much the Princess trained herself in the art of defending themselves to dangers or did she truly trained herself? From the way how she done, he cannot deny that her instincts flared out of control, his hands didn’t touched her shoulders fully but with one touch, that was enough for her to lunged her hands to gripped his body then forcefully using her body weight to take a full grown man to the ground rendering them useless without a moment to spare.

Snow White had fast reflexes, he definitely did see it coming. His speed couldn’t well in time prepared himself no matter how prepared he was to tackle him.

The main question that tops the layer of questions. Who trained her? A skill of such caliber cannot go ignored and from what knowledge he possessed, only the men received training, not the women.

All of his assumptions were snapped when he felt a cold sensation touched his lips, he raised his head quickly to see her body moved without her permission, not realizing her fingers reached to wipe the blood coating his lips.

“I thought some man touched me without permission, I have a hard time to restrain myself.” Snow clears her throat, rubbing her bloodied fingers together until it no longer can she feel the cold sensation sweeping over. She refused absolutely to wipe it against her coat, never! How can she handle a dirtied clothes? Shaking her thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand. “A man before, foolishly laid a hand against myself and quite needlessly to say I taught him a hard lesson.”

Hunter whistled, raising a knee for his arm to rest, he peered in towards him with a new found respect, “A reasonable reason, Princess. However, you certainly laid a seven nation army to put me on all fours on the ground. I must say, I am hurt.” He teased, receiving only a shake of her head. The only difference, her eyes softened even for just a split second, his smile widened… to a something more she doesn’t know.

“Please, you are a strong man. I would not agree to pledge you an oath to me, darling.” To her feet she stands, in a dignified manner with a crossed of her arms. A habit she took from her Father much to her Mother’s disapproval, fortunately the King found it amusing for his daughter to copy his actions. Snow White turned her head away from him, bashfully with a plain scowl. If anything, the action filled denial fueled Hunter’s interest further to tease the little Princess. “I am sure that I did not potentially harmed your intellectual ability nor your sturdy foundation of your body, no? Either way, why are you looking at me with your eyes like that?”

Seeing her so riled over something ruffled his ego further, well, he cannot help himself either.

“Hm, I might also ask the same questions as yourself. You were staring at me for a… let us say..” Hunter glanced at Rapunzel whose eyes lightened up curiously over the sudden attention reverted to her followed by Gothel who may or may not seemingly know what kind of cogs reeled turning on inside the Huntsman’s head.

“For quite a while, to be exact, Princess Snow White.” Chimed in Gothel, choosing to side with him to see what kind of reaction she would do.

“Nonsense,” Snow retorts plainly, carrying a flair with no questions asked, turning to them without any shed of relevance. “I was thinking that is all, there was. I rest my case at this moment.”

“Does your thoughts consist of me, Princess Snow White?” Hunter stands up causing her to narrow her eyes towards him, a hint of annoyance flaring up.

“Of course I do, is it wrong for myself to be in concern towards my Huntsman’s whole being? Absolutely not. I deem your position important.” She states as simple as she can get. Deep inside, her thoughts waged on to an endless battle whether she was caught, worst of all…

Hunter did not, of all things that are considered to be pure and good! He cannot read what she was fantasizing was he!?

Rapunzel watched over the scene unfold, leaning over to her old Mother to her ear she whispered in a hush yet the rising upbeat lacing her voice cannot be overshadowed no matter how softly she can do, “Mother, are they a couple? Goodness gracious, Mother they look fairly well together.” a giggle failed to restrain themselves. No matter how seemingly toughed-love Gothel to her daughter, she can’t deny the smug grin tilting her old wrinkled face upwards in a pleasant way.

“There is nothing entertaining than a budding love, or as the young Princess called it,” Gothel chuckled under her breath, leaning to her ear for a whisper. “a tension of sorts.”

As much it was entertaining for her to indulge in, there are matters she would need to add in. Her eyes were not blind, nor her ears deaf to what transpired just earlier. Gothel noticed how her form almost lost its balance, from what she can assume, to see that her head must be filled with a lingering in between of confusion, her mind spewing fogginess to plunge her deep of blackened oblivion. Rendering her to be seduced by the tempting sleep. Her eyes strayed towards the Obsidian Knife whose edges glints like a polished diamond announcing its existence from the right hand of its user, the sole apparent heiress of the Schneewhitten Kingdom.

It did not want the strand of hair…

The Knife, for what is known to her, appears to acknowledge that its Master was the Princess herself. Dangerous, immensely dangerous to begin with, she cannot help but round up her thoughts. The consciousness revealed to the young former Princess, conveying what it wants, the needs to be met. The way Snow White stumbles, losing her footing most likely influenced her the first instance of control over her, an attempt was the better word to describe what happened earlier. The weight of the situation added another to the shoulders of Snow as well Hunter, furthermore they haven’t notice how serious the situation turns up to be.

The Obsidian Knife, by nature was possessive. The origins clearly correlates to what it was supposed to be, the True Mirror then by the infernal Dark magic the Evil Queen influenced it most likely, the Knife was drawn to the fairest of them all. Individuals with beautiful complexion, perfection labeled them to be a worthy user of the Mirror.

In a sense, the entity that resides within the Obsidian Knife seduced Snow White to its will when it should be the opposite. Literally speaking, the danger voiced out the proclamation surrounding Snow White. How did she get the Obsidian Knife at the first place?

“Princess Snow White, a word if you would allow me to speak.”

Snow stopped in her bantering towards Hunter, sensing the change, how the mood swifts quickly. He glanced over to the old croon, the same line of thoughts shared between him as well as her. What could she possibly need to speak? How confusing, did she do something wrong.

“You may speak freely as long it does not offend the name of the Schneewhitten’s honor and dignity.”

The Huntsman glanced between the two of the ladies, not bothering with the question he has in need of answers, no matter how short he may get. There was too much to questions he needs an answer… how frustratingly annoying and he was starting to enjoy talking with the Princess, seeing how much she can be riled up. Ah, that can continue later on. Currently, he would have to hang in his suspenseful sentences.

“Tell me, how did the knife came to be at the first place?” she waited, a pause for Snow to take everything. “Allow me to rephrase the question, did it transformed itself to a knife the instant you have laid your hands?’