Crown by Reality

Snow White: Sleeping Beauty

What was home? Snow White never had the blessings of delving into that word ever again once her Mother, partially, then her Father’s passing completely eradicated that warmth feeling she cared to nurture the love for her remaining family. She had learned how to fend herself later on, all knowing the maids and the servants inside the palace were the lingering threat, the warning of a Queen’s underlying dangers scattered among her once beloved place she calls home. For what, she learned earlier on that she will have to learn, learn well with scraps of cuts and exposed flesh, sweat adorning her brow as it tainted her perfect skin flawlessly, one that the Queen will surely relished in. Hunt for the doe, with quick s***h of flint and steel would the fire ever grow warmer outside the castle grounds? Will her tampered, tattered clothes last for the final night before throwing into her bedroom’s furnace only she will attend to hours upon hours on end.

It’s not it was the first time you have died. She, time and time again reminded herself of the fact so much she was beginning to slowly erode herself of what kind… the kindness she left within her heart?

She refused to have her rest taken away by sleepless nights, if these dreams keep on from having her full rest that she deserves to have. Ah... truly frustrating!  So she screams, at least she tried, the dryness of her throat left out a pained, sore throat she was certain to have her voice strained

This was getting complicated. The Sleeping Beauty and the Monster, connected?

It was hard to believe but not out of the realm of possibility. How else can a soul be reincarnated once again when she died? At the end of the day she set the hundreds of questions she partially knew in her heart will never go unanswered, she might’ve been reconsidering that it would be a futile attempt than anything at all.

Focus on the now. The present time. That was important. To Snow White, perhaps that was the case she would assume begrudgingly accept because well, with gritted teeth and a locked-up jaw she cannot accept the ending with several questions or the reality will gobble her up mercilessly. In the end she has to accept it.

The Princess of Four Seasons named Victoria Briar Patricia Season appeared in her dreams, asleep in an elegant room, elegance did not described the perfection yet a dust filled room along with cow-webs littered every corners of the room. An extravagance befitting of Royalty, a room of an English Victorian times of beautiful ancient tapestry of their ancestors, linens of reddish gleams of red shades, it wasn’t  all necessarily red, royal purple symbolized high status signified her status in her Kingdom. Furniture dressed in authentic designs of fine gold rimming silk, embroidered spring flowers—they were knitted from a skilled knitter who took days until it was a masterpiece to create a chaotic sew but a full blooming flowers widespread by the humble dandelion amidst the powerful colors of red and noble colors. They were the sun resonating in the room that tight, chained windows has tightly shut from the outside.

What use can the thick red curtains as well as the cream white silk linens underneath covered in dust that can make anyone sneeze the moment they can enter in the secluded tower deep in the… Forest? The abstract of white and trails of gray and gold swirled frozen still like of that a painter’s palette, that was how the marbled floor looked like, she expected that the floor was not as highly polished with high-quality wax, seeing that dust cluttered everywhere including a bed. The bed of the great but fallen heiress apparent of the Kingdom.

There lies Princess Victoria, asleep as she laid down in the silken mattress, cheeks a healthy color of fair skin with the light freckles across her features, she was fair but not from someone like whose skin was as white as snow. For one thing, she resembled more of a porcelain doll holding a pigment of colors, healthy and alive. Her hair remains untamed a fiery red, untamed, restless, all things she considers to be tangled mess of thick curls, extremely messy to a fault that a brush would not be possible to use for such an unruly red hair to begin with.  

However still, Victoria Briar Patricia Season deserved the title for being a Sleeping Beauty.

Ah yes, Victoria was yet to be a Queen, it would seem fortune highly showered her with favor. Why? Before Princess Victoria can ascend to be a Queen, her generation, the era in which she lived was named after her.

Victorian Era.

It was a time for peace under her reign, although not assuming a role as the ruler yet, she took a major part of the Kingdom’s advancement in her own Kingdom and throughout the neighboring territories one at a time with a forceful force than anyone in all the history through the entire history of mankind has never before seen nor recorded in books, the scrolls or scribes. A woman, a measly young girl at the age of seventeen started ruling a Kingdom under the direct tutelage of her Father, can anyone be as great as her? Victoria helped the Kingdom expand its territory where it became the largest known, richest nothing cannot possibly surpassed, and the most powerful empire. It was no doubt, she holds insight to be a ruler, be it a cynical, tyrant Emperor, Empress whatever the people will dubbed her as such.

Victoria made herself a statement that she will be a Ruler amongst the rulers of all Kingdoms and Nations.

…Until she was assassinated before her coronation as the rightful ruler of the Kingdom of Four Seasons.

Snow White knows that was not the case, conspiracy runs rampant in Royalty and Nobility alike and from what she witnessed from the dream she dreamt prior where she previously introduced herself yet again to Gothel and an unexpected woman named Rapunzel. Dreams were heavily included as facts, it holds meaning. What she saw as her memories served her right even for a blink of any eye.

The Monster and Victoria were connected, she would be blindly foolish oh her to assume nothing to concur from that vivid dreams, ignoring it in a plight.

The Seventh Monster and the Sleeping Beauty were connected together, with the vile, disgusting monstrosity of a Monster to be the accursed that binds the cursed Princess Victoria Briar Patricia Seasons.

Snow White was forcefully transported to where she was initially remains in the constant rimming of normalcy of time, no longer in the seclusion of her own thoughts, ideas and such. She, in turn looked around, surveyed the entirety of the room seeing nothing but the cold Witches’ Shop, the Spiders that dangles across the bookshelves. Hunter standing beside her with a stare she can only manage to understand as to why she was so silent again? Gothel and Rapunzel eyeing her, the old croon a blank, serious, strict face and the daughter with long locks of hair that hangs everywhere like Spiders staring at her with softened features, an innocent concerned look.

Then there was the book, a book about the Seventh Monster.

Snow White will have to write an additional information about curses revolving around the infernal creature. A Sleeping Curse.