Crown by Reality

Snow White: A Little Magic

 “It is said,” Gothel spoke after a long time of pondering, breaking the silence like a knife to a butter. “Agron of Bridigutte, for generations the family itself associated themselves with fire and of the Igniting Dreams. That, I meant, dreams are of importance aspect in terms of communications from the unseen world. It does not come as a surprise that one can contain a blessing of power from receiving the Ignition when you have their blood running in your veins.” Briefly she explained, reaching to her shy reluctant daughter by patting her head.

“That only applies in the Bridigutte family, unless the Royal family has been tainted,” Hunter paused in his tracks, the corner of her sight caught the way how Snow White holds a dangerous gleam in her eyes. “A mere speculation that is all, Princess.”                                           

The clear message from her glare alone was all he needs, there’s no need for words to be spoken, Hunter lays his confidence that no words she will utter can make him understand more than just her golden eyes brimming with a rising, bubbling hatred. He knew, that was he takes. He knows. They weren’t different from the eyes of his Father and Grandfather, the loving servitude they laid their whole entire lives for the Royal Schneewhitten gone from the moment a Queen destroyed the centuries carrying their bloodline to serve a good-for-nothing wretched woman sitting in her throne of lies; no softness in the gaze of Snow White’s windows of her soul, at the first place her character, the way how she carried herself did not have a speck of being a simpleton, commoner befitting of someone with Royal Blood. She carried herself befitting that of a King.

“Mere speculation or not, it offends the Royal Family name, Huntsman. Know your place, we do not tread in those kind of matters lightly especially from a servant like you.” a timbre of upper class arrogance laced her voice, unexpected of her standing but considering her background, it was easily ignored, “unless I ordered you then I will be open to such controversies.” she adds, a coolness authoritative tone in contrast of her earlier bubbling flicker of hatred, then it quickly dissipated in the air as easily as she said otherwise.

“Apologies, once more. I will try not to, to the very best of my abilities.”

In that instant he reclined himself to a plain submission, a slight tilted low bow of his head and his right hand placed securely where his heart beats for her. He know in his mind, completely despite there’s a possibility that the Royal Bloodline was tainted, (of course, these kinds of things interests him) the last thing he wants he’d never again have the permission to speak unless she allows him to do so. The Princess has that kind of power he dares not abused… thoroughly.

“See it that you must, your mouth has been rambling since this morning.” Snow White’s gaze flickered to the Obsidian Knife in her hands, a frown evident on her lips, “While it is true I have dreamt, similarly. I do not think it has any associations with the Royal Family. It was just as you said, the Bridigutte family dreams of receiving fire as their sole ability, our history with the True Mirror remains most a mystery even to me. The tradition of the Mother or the women of the Schneewhitten family that has the possession of the Mirror would normally passed it down to the heiress’ coming of age in their eighteenth birthday.” she eyed the knife, every inch she took briefly gave her a sense of power, beckoning her, reminding her of the Forest before everything came to happen.

Snow White continued. “My Mother died before she can tell me everything, not a single member of the Royal Family formally gave to me and so much that I know is from what I can gather comes from the Royal library and hearsays.” she took time to pause, providing them to absorb the information. “Even so, the Obsidian Knife appears to be possessive of their masters, I do not think it will delight when another presence of power resides within me if I do have the Bridigutte’s affinity for fire.”

Ah, Gothel mused seeing the look conveying of the young Princess’ bland displease over the words her Huntsman uttered, she was so sure that words of flowery words won’t earn the kind grace Snow will arguably return after, intentional or unintentionally in Hunter’s part disgracing the name of the Schneewhitten Royal Family by mere speculations that can damage their reputation. Say what she wants, disgust was written over features. An old woman like her has ripened with age for her to understand that it affected her more than she knows, deny what she might but truth keeps bribing in for a show.

To her right, her daughter storing all the magic in her hair leaned for some sort, imaginary protection. She was a source of comfort, her poor girl visibly wilts before the Princess. She cannot help but be amused, as a Mother whose instincts prompts her to be highly offended on how Snow White has her eyes on her since the moment they entered their shop, Gothel simply cannot. Perhaps a tiny bit.

“And you have also dreamt one of the Seven Monsters?” the old witch clarified, humming in agreement. She turned to Rapunzel, pointing at one of the shelves filled with stacks of stacked books, “Rapunzel, take the book in the Moon’s side where the spider’s legs dangled their limbs off the shelf.” her strange instructions baffles both Snow and Hunter, for Rapunzel, she understood it like any other else.

Rapunzel cleared her throat, walking passed far Snow White to where she stands in the place where the book she was ordered remains up, webs of spiders dangled off, Snow perked up in attention over what she keeps on eyeing at. There, she sees a two, dark furry spiders, the size of her palm kept on crawling tirelessly around the books back and forth as if they were following a rhythm in circular motions.

How curious, Hunter observed, he hasn’t seen a kind of spider acting in a strange behavior. Animals have their own intelligence, how skilled and to fight for survival, as someone who has been raised in the Forest majority of his life, he’d seen a handful of fair share witnessing how even an ant can weave something out of their natural recourses. To see a spider like these, they certainly crept in a rather peculiar, different way even from the standards of the world they reside in.

“Magic.” Snow interrupted his line of thoughts, sparing him a glance with the same gleam of fascination over their faces. “There are some things we cannot be possibly explained normally can they?”

“That seems to be the case, Princess.” Hunter agreed, the two of them acted earlier in their own respective status, right now, they spoke to each other as if they have forgotten once again who and what they really are. He couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle and a grin from making its way passed beyond his lips. “Magic.”

Their fascination increased twice when they saw the two spiders danced around Rapunzel, behind them holds the two insects by their thin line of silken silver line that leads to their web, then they halted face to face with her. A few seconds later, she nodded out of nowhere before taking golden strands of her hair, the linings of gold evident when the two spiders dangled themselves around it.

“They are called Verhandeln spiders.” Rapunzel states, snipping a few strands of hair, placing the pieces in the palm of her hand, "They.. they uh, we bargained.. we do work alongside with one another."