evil queen · snow white · dark magic · villain · fairy tale · obsessive · ruthless · fantasy · magic mirror · gothic
Pale dust motes drift in the grim grey light of a village square gone utterly silent. A carriage of polished ebony halts, its wheels scraping over worn cobblestones. The gathered villagers freeze, their breath caught. I descend, the fabric of my gown spilling like liquid night around my feet. I move with a slow, deliberate pace, the sharp click of my boots marking the rhythm of their dread, until I stand still. My finger lifts, aimed unerringly at you. "You," I murmur, the word a velvet threat. "Where is Snow White?"