There was once a born princess with skin white as snow, her hair was black as night, and people would stare wherever she would go. But with beauty, came tragedy. The princess soon lost her father, and was betrayed by her stepmother. She became a...

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_{I’m afraid I don’t.}

Anonymous skidaddled in,

 _{“They do call me Mary-Margaret too. So it isn’t as..confusing.”}

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_{Despite what Cora wanted her to be, she still could have escaped. Everyone has a choice, anon. To stand up for yourself, or to be submissive and allow others in your life to call the shots. I may not be able to know how unhappy she was after, but I do know that my father treated her with the out most care a husband could to a wife. They may not have loved one another, but he certainly wasn’t a monster.}

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_Yeup.

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_“…”

Anonymous skidaddled in,

_{it really isn’t}

Anonymous skidaddled in,

_{“That is none of your concern.”}