The True Story
By the not so Evil Queen
June 2, 2013
Once upon a time in a kingdom far far away there was a beautiful queen who wished she had a daughter with lips the color of a red rose, hair as black as midnight, and skin as white as snow. Her wish came true but she died while giving birth to her daughter Snow White. The king was terribly lonely and when he met me I fell in love with him and we were married. Does anyone know what it is like to take over the responsibility of someone else’s child? It is very hard and sometimes things just get crazy. I really am not a bad person but I was young and beautiful when I met the King, the mirror told me so.
That mirror always whispering in my ear about how beautiful I am and there was no one more beautiful than me. That child seemed to be the apple of her father’s eye. Okay I admit it I was a little jealous. But
I honestly do not remember anything that went on. All I know is that I woke up one day and the King had been murdered in his sleep! Right there in the same bed as me. I was covered in blood. Who could have done such a thing? I didn’t realize then that I was under the influence of the mirror! Snow White was so distraught by this that I had to segregate her from the rest of the Kingdom. Years went by and suddenly Snow White had grown into a beautiful young woman. I know this because the mirror told me so. The mirror said, “Queen, you are not the most beautiful in the land any more. Snow White is.” I admit it. I went a little crazy. I just wanted her banished from the kingdom. That’s what I told the huntsman. How he chose to interpret what I said has nothing to do with me. Right? How was I to know when I said I wanted her gone that he thought I meant to kill her. Why? Why would anyone blame this on me? I am in the victim here not Snow White. When the huntsman came back and showed me a heart, I was like. “Why would you bring me a heart to you want me to cook it for you?” He laughed and said it was Snow White’s heart. I was outraged! My own step daughter killed at the hands of one my men. I told him to leave me and never come back. I was standing in front of the mirror and the mirror gave me such great news. It was not Snow White’s heart that the huntsman showed me but only a pig’s heart. Oh I was so relieved.
I honestly do not know why Snow White never came home but I diligently tried to find her. After a few weeks, I heard that she was living on the outskirts of town with these seven quirky little men that lived together. I will not even…