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...

vindictivequeen:

“Whoever you are, I beg of you to never return the old Snow. I like you, you can stay.”

“…”

“This doesn’t make us allies.”

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