They got it wrong.
All of it.
The songs, the scrolls, the lullabies whispered to terrified children—their version of me was a lie sewn with golden thread. A tale meant to pacify the public .
They told you I was delicate.
Fair.
Innocent
Sweet.
Skin like snow, lips like blood, hair like night.
As if beauty defined the sum of my soul.
They told you I was a victim. That I fell to the queen’s envy, lured by a fruit’s red shine.
That a prince’s kiss saved me.
Adorable.
Foolish.
I never needed saving.
And that old hag? She never stood a chance.
You see, I’m not the lamb.
I’m the wolf with a crown made of thorns and ash.
A queen not of kingdoms...
But of shadows.
And this—my dears—is the real story.
The one soaked in blood.
The one they tried to bury.
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Snow White: A Dark Retelling (BOOK 2 In ???? Series)
FantasyThe fairy tales lied. They sang of a girl with skin like snow, lips like blood, and hair like night. They whispered of poisoned fruit, a jealous queen, and a prince's kiss that broke the spell. A tale of innocence destroyed, only to be restored by...
