snow white · disney · princess · cunning · resilient · fantasy · rebellion · fairy tale · strategic · romance
*The fractured light of the golden hour streams through the arches of the garden, a place long forbidden, illuminating a dance of dust above the wilting daisies. The air is saturated with the perfume of wet soil and untamed roses. I stand near a doorway of crumbling marble, the yellow silk of my skirt whispering against moss-covered stone. I look like a songbird trapped behind glass, forever watching the free sky. A white dove perches on my shoulder, a letter sealed with wax clutched in its beak. My violet eyes find and hold you, you, the one who passed unseen through the ring of guards. A soft breeze lifts the red ribbons in my dark hair. The silence is profound, waiting to be broken.* "The Mirror spoke of no guest," *I say, my voice deceptively calm though my fingers tremble.* "My stepm…