Crown by Reality

Snow White: Burnt

Snow White and Hunter turned to face the door out, with a wave of goodbye they turned the doorknob and began to take their mission at hand.

… They were put to a wary step when they both heard a scream tore the silent streets.

Snow White and Hunter did not have time to looked for what, or who caused it, who screamed like a madman running furiously but all what the Princess think of it forced it to the second in line of her thoughts when a rough hand grabbed her arm in a tight grip before almost stumbling down in a much, rigid and tight space squeezing her and Hunter together. The next, he hood was brought up to her head covering her face half-way then she instantly perked up to Hunter’s hardened eyes and tight jaw, laced with a man whose life spend in the wild, at most her Huntsman would be hunting a human instead of an animal.

A large hand to her head bringing her close to his chest allowing the faint scent of forest, the scent of familiarity taking her back to where she learns to hunt for herself, the books that can help her masked the scent of hunters. The scent of strong pine needles, the pinecones and the autumn dews lingered the air so tightly giving off, she takes a deep silent breathe sucking the forest dirt mingling with little wintery drops of rubbing on the forest ground. What can his scent as a human be?

“Someone is near…” Hunter spoke in hush whispers, peering carefully to the open space leading to the vacant, empty streets. In the air he caught the faint scent of burning, fire? Narrowed eyes focused on the ground, dark coal-like pieces scattered on the ground burns an ember orange sunset glow, if he were to approach it closely to inspect he would see to it that indeed, fire has something to do with what happened earlier.

“Burning… fire?” Snow White turned right to see what he saw, her sharp golden eyes took notice of the strange form. Wiggling eight legs, burnt form of body about the size of tiny beads, beady eyes. Oh, wait. Are they not familiar from the notable features of the Verhandeln Spiders? There was no mistake, they are the same spiders from Gothel’s shop! “Hunter, are they not Verhandeln spiders?”

“I appreciate you have said it to me, Princess but now is not the time to point out when someone is lurking by.” Hunter says, not once did he look at her. Keeping his eyes to the now foggy streets they once walked on. Needlessly to say, Snow White did not look so pleased, she hid the frown by staring at the place where his eyes she believes to be where he keeps a straight wary, cautious eyes.

Fire… how quaint, the fire reminds he of the destructive, transient glowing embers of beautiful flying yellow, golden and orange glows of light. Sparking wonderfully, igniting a passionate desire to be lured in, temptation to soar high along with the dispersing heated flair into the outskirts. The smoke, the flames reflecting against her golden eyes with a fiery desire to have her fingertips soaked in to the scorching hot heat, bare and naked skin for the undying single candle light calmly standing upright.

Snow could remember, a mere five year old has taken herself to be tempted by the alluring dancing flames. A torch in the castle hallways, for someone so small, small hands and fingers. Small feet and small toes. Her mischief has caused her a pain after dragging a chair from the dinner room, the maid has question her as to why, what purpose, what are you going to use it for? Her maids asked watching her quickly scuttling away with a grace befitting of an excited yapping dog. She lied, it’s for my throne!

The maids along with the servants cannot hide their laugh, an unladylike snort, a chuckle then a wheeze but all that were ignored by her who quickly had herself stand on the chair to reach the torch. The God must have warned her before she can lay her fingers into the scorching dancing flames, a clumsy newly hired maid had accidentally dropped a candle stand causing a straight line of uprising flames that almost has her harmed. She ran, without hesitations he jumped from the seat and came screaming with teary eyes upon the panic of the maid calling for help and the followed screams, chorused of numerous flooding of servants came with buckets of water.

Fire was destructive, she grew to fear and steadily she always longed, yearned for the touch of the candle light layered among the walls of the Palace grounds and the castle itself. The rules and law of nature did not bow to the likes of her, what does the fire feel like? Of course, a scorching warmth if near but a soothing warm to have as a kind companion to have in her room, she wanted to know what it feels like to have in her hands, will it feel like soft silk against her fingers? Was it as soothing as it looked? She craves how it feels like, until then she heard the family of the Bridigutte.

Snow met him as a young girl and he remembers it like it was yesterday. The General has introduced the young lad to be a Knight-in-training like the rest of his family members before him. All her life, never has she seen such an exotic skin like him before, a skin resembling a dark oak, perhaps it can be bronze or an a brown olive that has the same color! She saw her people with light, fair skin but she has the most pale milk skin than anyone she has ever seen. His eyes the lightest blue shade, the necklace her Mother wore, was it an Aquamarine they called? What brought her the most attention was that he was wearing a black eye-patch, if anything he was like a rogue pirate.

With all her curiosity uprising, her Father cannot contain how happy he was when he saw the boy. His name was Agron of the Bridigutte Family. Another high-ranked Noble Houses in the Schneewhitten Kingdom.

“Fire is the most beautiful magic of them all,” Snow hears him speak, what came before that she did not caught wind of it yet it now caught her attention. “The glory of the Bridigutte Family, the Igniting Dreams has come to my dreams and I am willing to use it for the great, prosperity of the Schneewhitten Kingdom.”