Chapter ThreeThe queen got worse and worse.
On those days she could make it to the rocking chair, she thought back to how she used to be.
Those days were nothing but a memory now. She was getting worse every day. She was a skeletal shadow of her former vibrant self.
Then one day, she knew.
She took one last loving, longing look at her tiny snow white child—
And then, she gave up her last tremulous hold on life.
The princess was there to see her mother die. The king was, of course, distraught.
Her last words on earth were pleadings for her husband and little daughter, that they would not suffer too much, that the king would hold on for Snow’s sake.
And then she had gone.
The king could not believe it. How could she, his darling wife, leave him here alone? How could she not be there beside him, always?
Now the king sat alone, staring out the window as his queen had once done. But there was no hope, nor even a longing any more. He felt dead inside.
While the king was in this state, his most loyal manservant was entrusted with the princess. His name was Ellis, the Huntsman.
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Meanwhile, in the depths of a dark and far-away castle…
Someone was plotting.
And biding her time.
