The king raised the little girl by himself, grooming her to one day lead. But over time, he realized there were some things he couldn't teach her. So, he sought out a new queen. This queen was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was intelligent and strong. And just to clarify, she was me. Bewitched by my beauty, the king begged me to marry him. I was everything to him: the stars, the moon. But a dark magic invaded the land. The brave king bid farewell to Snow White, leaving her his favorite dagger. An interesting gift, but more on that later.
He rode off into the dark woods and, sadly, was never seen again. Snow White searched and searched for her father, and when she realized he was truly gone, she was devastated. The girl was now left under the care of the beautiful queen. Ten years passed, and Snow White grew older and blossomed. But the kingdom fell into an icy despair as the queen realized, if she wanted to remain the most beautiful woman in all the land, well, Snow would have to do what snow does best. Snow would have to fall.
Ok now we begin in earnest-
Snow was in her bedroom-she was always in there, especially when the queen was throwing a party-she wasn't allowed in the throne room or the ballroom-any of the rooms where there might be nobility really-she was feeding a bird that had flown in through the window when she heard the sounds of one of the queen's parties starting downstairs.