Snow White: Plans (To be edited later)
Agron stared in awe, his eyes wandered over the shiny, glistening sharp edged knife. Rust, he sees none, it brims with the linings coating glittering gold the edge. Such a clean slated knife, a double-edged weapon made out of obsidian. Darkness with a rich, wealth of gold. Beautiful, he cannot deny that. A weapon as beautiful as this can kill someone. How utterly breathtaking. “This man seems to worship my glorified form.” Snow White perked up, and a reminder came rushing to her in a blink of an eye. “But I do not love being held by a commoner.” It promised to live up to its name, it made itself clear as she holds in her hands. Snow turned it over, testing the weight, every cold sensation touching her skin. Breathtaking, stealing her breath away in soft whispers. Fitting perfectly to
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