Snow White | Vesperwoods | West Country
Was choice always so painful?
If she invaded Middle Kingdom, she would have more land, and she would have Gareth back. It was the ideal solution. The obvious choice. And yet...
She was loathe to trust the Enchantress, and why wouldn't she be? She had given her stepmother the means to Snow's own demise. There were rumours, too. Girls trapped in castles, princes turned to beasts, princesses trapped in dreams, princes turned to dragons...It was strange how many of these rumours involved royalty. Snow White, the next in a line of royal prisoners, dangling on the Enchantress' puppet strings.
If she didn't invade, she risked death, if "no government" meant what she thought it did.
The longing and grief and anger inside her was screaming like a piping kettle now. It wouldn't be long until it exploded out of her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Snow saw Clumsy eyeing the Enchantress like something slimy and disgusting. At least she knew his opinion, and it paid to listen to dwarves, Snow'd learnt, or you ended up being strangled by a ribbon.
Gareth.
That one name, barely whispered in the depths of her mind, made her decision for her.
"I'll do it."
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