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They didn’t mean to lock you in, but now you’re stuck in here with the monster that’s claimed your bed—well, actually several of the beds. Your brothers frantically whisper instructions to you through the closed door, none of which make you feel any better.
Maybe if you can get a look at it first, you’ll know how to get rid of it.
Bravery was never your strong suit, but somehow you tiptoe back to the beds. Slowly, slowly , you pull the quilt back from the sleeping creature
It’s not a dragon. It’s not an ogre. It’s not even a ghost.
It’s a … girl.
You’re stunned; you haven’t seen a girl in—well, you don’t even remember how long. And you’ve never seen one like this. You lean a little closer.
She is the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen.
Oh, no—she’s awake. She sits upright with a scream. You panic, tripping over yourself in an effort to run away and hide.
“Don’t be afraid! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Even her voice is beautiful.
You peek at her from behind the planter you hid behind. Her brown eyes are warm, not with pity but with compassion. She’s not laughing at you. She’s just smiling encouragingly.
You give her a smile and a little wave. She smiles wider.
“What’s your name?”
Your name? You would love to tell her but— you can’t. You haven’t spoken in so long. She’ll just laugh at you like everyone does.
“Can’t you talk?”
No. No, you can’t. You can’t meet her eyes and stare down at the floor, ashamed.
The door slams open and your brothers rush in, interrupting whatever else she was going to say. You step between them and her, waving your hands frantically. Can’t they see she’s not a threat?
After a lot of debate and discussion— she’s the princess! They have to let her stay now! — it’s agreed that she’ll stay at least for the night. Grumpy protests, but he’s overruled. He complains about everything, anyways.
Her name is Snow White, and she’s staying in your house.
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You picked a flower for her before breakfast, when the sun was barely up. You’re so excited to give it to her. You were too excited to sleep. The most beautiful princess in the world is sleeping in your house!
Not everyone is as excited as you are.
“It’s mornin’… and she’s still here! ” huffs Grumpy from the upstairs landing as he tries to hammer a loose nail back into place. He catches your eye, glaring. “And when they find her here…” He makes a gesture across his neck with his hammer, leaving your imagination free to fill in the blanks. “What do you have to say about that?” he adds, daring you to respond.
You pause in admiring the bright red flower, glaring back at him. Why was he always expecting the worst case scenario? Sure, her stepmother the Queen had tried to kill her, but now she was safe here with you! (Er, and the others, of course.)
“Now Grumpy, you know Dopey doesn’t talk,” chides Happy as he comes around behind your chair and places a bowl of porridge in front of you. He likes to do the cooking.
“Because he’s a dope.” You wince. You don’t hate your name exactly, but you’re so, so tired of being teased over not speaking. You could talk, if you wanted to! It was just… it was just really hard to know what to say.
“Just because he’s named Dopey—”
“That’s exactly why he’s named Dopey! Same as you’re called Happy cause you’re so darn happy all the time, and I’m named Grumpy because I’m…. I’m…. misunderstood,” Grumpy finishes, almost to himself. He’s misunderstood? You snort softly, rolling your eyes. What about you? No one around here even bothered wanting to know what you thought or felt half the time. They were happy to just speak over you or ignore you. Or tease you.
One thing leads to another—you weren’t sure what started it— and next thing you know a full-blown fistfight’s broken out at the breakfast table, and you end up with the entire bowl of porridge dumped on your head. The others, to your mortification, find this hysterically funny.
The commotion must have gotten her attention, and you see her standing atop the landing, looking down at you in shock, and… oh no, pity, too.
It’s too much. Flower forgotten, you throw the bowl off and rush outside, their mocking laughter still ringing in your ears. You force yourself not to cry until you’re sitting on the large tree stump in the yard, swiping angrily at both your tears and the remains of breakfast.
You hear someone come out and approach the stump. If it’s Doc or one of the others, they can go right back inside, because you’re not in the mood for an apology.
“Are you all right?” a sweet voice asks gently.
It’s Snow White. Oh. How pathetic does she think you are now? You close your eyes, your cheeks burning.
She sits beside you. You know she’s watching you but you can’t bring yourself to look at her. Did she see everything that happened this morning? Did she see the flower you were hoping to give her? Did she think the flower was stupid
( Why is your heart racing all of a sudden?)
“Are you afraid to talk?” she asks finally.
Your breath catches and you freeze. After what feels like an eternity, you manage to nod, feeling (if possible) even more ashamed.
Yes, you are afraid. Afraid of being ignored, spoken over, laughed at. So after a while, you just… stopped trying. It was just easier. In such a large family, being the youngest of seven makes being heard next to impossible.
“Oh.” She’s quiet for a long moment. “Well, maybe we can start with something small!”
You’re not sure what she means by that. But the encouragement in her voice makes you feel a tiny bit better and a little bit braver. You turn enough to glance at her out of the corner of your eye.
“When I was young, my mother taught me to whistle when I was too afraid to speak.”
Whistle? You’ve heard of whistling, but you’ve never been able to do it. None of your brothers know how, so no one ever taught you.
“Like this.” She whistles, a high and clear note like a bird singing. You can’t help the smile that comes. The look on her face makes you want to learn.
It takes a little trial and error, but she’s a patient teacher and soon enough, you’ve figured it out. She lets out a delighted laugh as you leap around in excitement. For once you don’t care if it looks silly because you know she doesn’t care. You grin at her, flushed with success, and she grins back just as wide.
“I knew you could do it!” she cheers, and your insides do a weird little flip. You wish you could stay in this moment with her forever.
A loud shout and thud from inside the house breaks the spell and you reach your hand out to her, grinning. She takes it. “Come on.”
Your brothers are shocked to hear you make a sound like that when you return inside. For once, instead of teasing you, they’re fascinated. It’s a good feeling.
When she pulls everyone together to clean up the house, you can’t remember the last time you all worked together so well without an argument. Neither can they.
She tells you all that she needs to be moving on, hoping to find her father. Your bubble of happiness deflates a little. She did say she was just staying for one night. You’re going to miss her. A lot. Heck, even Grumpy seems slightly less excited to send her on her way than he did earlier. You knew he’d warm up to her; her kindness and sunny attitude are impossible to resist.
And, well… she’s so beautiful.
“I need to try,” she explains, looking right at you. You smile at her. You can certainly understand that.
You’re late to work. She sees you all to the bridge over the stream as you head to the mine—whistling instead of singing for a change—and you turn back to Snow White.
You want to say something, to thank her, but— you can’t make the words come. You smile and bow to her, hoping she understands what you can’t convey aloud.
She inclines her head to you, her smile brilliant, and your heart stutters and begins racing again. You feel yourself blush and hurry to follow the others, throwing her a quick wave.
Your brothers tease you a bit about your dreamy smile, but you barely notice. You’re too busy walking on air. All you can think about is seeing her again.
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You weren’t expecting her to return with a group of the bandits, one of whom she’s begging Doc to save. Doc tries to explain, but she insists and he promises he’d do his best. The bandits are anxious about their friend, and Snow White seems equally worried. Your heart aches for her.
After a few tense hours, Doc returns from inside. He’s managed to heal the poor fellow, who seems worn out but no worse for the wear. His name is Jonathan, you’ve learned.
She thanks Doc profusely, and Doc smiles kindly at her, replying, “I would do anything for Snow White’s special friend.”
What does that mean? A creeping, unfamiliar sensation begins in your chest.
Snow White and Jonathan both stammer to deny… whatever it was Doc was implying. He raises an eyebrow and wisely says nothing.
You’re wrestling with this new uncomfortable feeling when Happy suggests you all celebrate Jonathan’s survival. Your brothers bring out their instruments and you’re relieved to have a distraction.
You dance, you laugh, the sun begins to set and fireflies come out. Jonathan watches you catch them and you even pass one to him. He doesn’t seem so bad, even though you keep seeing him glance over at Snow White.
The realization begins to hit you finally as you watch them dance together, so wrapped up in each other that the rest of you might as well not exist. Your heart feels like someone just crushed it. You don’t realize you’re crying until the sight of them is blurred by tears.
Furiously you wipe your tears and back away from the party, finding a rock in the corner of the garden to sit on. What is wrong with you?
“Hmph. Thought this might happen.”
You look up at Grumpy, who’s staring down at you with… brotherly concern? He never does brotherly concern. Exasperation and scorn is usually the best anyone can get from him.
You look away. You just want to be alone right now but Grumpy of course won’t give you that. He sits himself down on a nearby rock, studying you.
“So. Went and got your heart broken, didja?”
Heartbroken? You? You point to yourself incredulously and shake your head. You can’t be heartbroken, because that would mean that you would have to be—
“Oh stop, everyone knows. Well, she doesn’t, but we’ve known you for 274 years. You’re in love with her.”
You blush so hard that you could’ve been mistaken for Bashful. You open your mouth to defend yourself, close it, gulp, and stare down at your hands. In love with Snow White? Were you? You think about it. Now that he’s said it? It does actually make a lot of sense.
“We all saw ya moonin’ after her, so don’t go and try to deny it.”
That was why your brothers were looking at you like that earlier. Did everyone know except for you? You can’t meet his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn so hot you’re surprised you didn’t burst into flames. You wring your hands together and finally look up at him, silently begging him to tell you why your heart hurts so much.
“She still cares about ya, you know. Cares about all of us. Can’t that just be enough?” Is that… concern in his voice? He searches your face, hoping you’ll understand. You look blankly at him, and he sighs in frustration.
“She’s a princess, and a human to boot. You’re a Dwarf. It would never’ve worked out between ya. It’s better she’s with one of her own kind,” he adds firmly, jerking his chin back towards her and Jonathan. It hurts too much to even look at them. You press your hands over your chest as though that’ll contain the pain, and sob.
He sighs and comes over, and you feel his hand squeeze your shoulder gently. “You’re a fool,” he says softly, without the usual bite that accompanies that nickname. “Buildin’ all your castles in the clouds over her. It’s not to be. She ain’t done this to hurt you. But life ain’t always fair, and that’s just the way it is.” You know he’s trying to comfort you in his own way, and you do appreciate it. You give him a hug, sniffling into his chest. “Ugh. Git off.” He pushes you away with no real force, his eyes soft.
You wipe away your tears and take a breath, finally feeling a little better. It still hurts, but at least you feel like you can face her again. You love her, but you can deal with this. She’s helped you to become brave, and now is one of those times that requires bravery.
“You’ll be ok,” he says firmly with a little nod, and turns back to rejoin the others. It’s not a question.
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You were too late. You got there too late, and she’s dead.
You’d had an ominous feeling all morning, not helped by the rumble of thunder in the distance. She’d assured you all that she would be ok striking out on her own, and stupidly, you’d let her go. You could see it on your brothers’ faces; they’d all been uneasy but had respected her wishes.
And when her animal friends had frantically accosted you at the mine entrance, trying to drag you back to the cottage, that feeling had evolved into full-blown panic.
Now, as the rain begins to fall, you stare in horror at her still form, her outstretched hand nearly touching an apple lying nearby. She’s deathly pale.
“Doc, please…” whispers Sneezy in horror as your oldest brother hurrys to her side, picking up her limp hand.
You wait for several unbearable seconds as he listens for her pulse, his face becoming more and more distraught. No. No, please no.
“I’m… I-I’m sorry…” He gently lays her hand back down. “I think… I think she’s gone,” he whispers sorrowfully, his eyes filling with tears behind his spectacles. The words are like a knife.
“ No! She can’t be dead!” It’s Grumpy, who looks equal parts furious and desperate. “Check again, Doc!”
“She has no heartbeat and she’s not freezing—gah, breathing, what for—ah, more, do you want me to do?” your oldest brother snaps back.
You gasp, tears of your own beginning to trickle down your face and mix with the pouring rain. The forest around you has never seemed so alien and oppressive, except for the hiss of the rain and the roar of thunder.
The two of them begin to argue and Happy predictably tries to break up the fight, which leads to more shouting. Bashful is openly crying and Sleepy is just standing there, looking horrified. Sneezy is pacing around her, looking around desperately like the answer will just walk out of the woods. He pauses by the apple.
“What is this…?” He leans down and picks it up. You don’t know why, but that apple gives you a sick feeling.
“Put it down!” shout Doc and Grumpy together and Sneezy drops the apple in surprise. It rolls away and then seems to suddenly shrivel and rot, just an ugly blackened husk.
You all stare at each other in silent horror. You know who did this to her.
“Bring her inside,” orders Doc, and no one hesitates, gently lifting the beautiful princess off the wet grass and getting her into the house. You clear the dining table, unconcerned with the plates and cups hitting the floor, and your brothers gently set her down. Happy runs off and brings back some towels so you can at least dry her off a little. Sneezy and Grumpy get a fire going, and Bashful lights some candles as the storm outside becomes wilder.
Doc comes in with every book on magic he has and begins frantically thumbing through them, muttering to himself.
You’re not sure how much time passes. You sit beside her, stroking her hair gently. Even in death you’ve never known anyone more lovely than her. Just this morning, she was alive, saying goodbye to you. You’d give anything to see her smile again, to hear her gentle words. See that hopeful sparkle in her eyes. How could she just be gone, just like that?
An eternity later, Doc finally looks up from his books. He looks defeated, older than you’ve ever seen him, with dark circles under his eyes. “I… I don’t know how to fix this.”
That does it. You turn away from him, bury your face in your arms and sob uncontrollably. You feel like you’ve been crying for days and you can’t stop. You can distantly hear your brothers as one by one they succumb to grief too.
Doc climbs onto the table next to you and pulls you into his arms. You collapse into your brother’s embrace, muffling your anguished wails into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers through his tears. “I’m so sorry.”
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Time loses meaning in your haze of grief. Eventually you realize you can’t keep her inside the house and so you choose a stone in the woods not far, near the lake. You build a bower over it and her animal friends are always standing vigil. You and your brothers do as well, until exhaustion or hunger overtake you.
She is so beautiful that even in death, her loveliness is undiminished, or maybe this is an effect of the curse that the Queen used. You can’t find it in your hearts to bury her. At some point Doc suggests that you might construct a coffin of gold and glass for her aboveground as her final resting place. You all begin to make plans for it but you’re reluctant to complete it. That would mean… she really is gone. Even though you’ve been by her side for… days? Weeks? Months?
Putting her in a coffin would make it real.
You bring her flowers every day.
At some point he comes back, the thief. Jonathan. He’s bruised and tired, and the look of pure despair when he comes across you all breaks your heart again.
He falls to his knees at her side, searching her face for some sign of life. When he doesn’t find one he looks up helplessly at you all, taking in your exhausted, grief-stricken faces. Doc shakes his head, saying nothing.
Jonathan kisses her goodbye and weeps. You put your hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him in some small way. There is a tiny part inside you that is still terribly jealous of him, that he was able to win her affections, but it doesn’t matter now. You both loved her, and you love her still. Right now you know exactly how he feels.
Eventually he gets to his feet, promising to rally the other bandits and to bring down the Queen in Snow White’s honor. Or die trying. He leaves before anyone can talk him out of it.
“We should help,” whispers Grumpy hoarsely. “For Snow White.”
Nods all around. You’re reluctant to leave her, but the idea of taking revenge on the woman who did this to her does have some appeal. At the very least, it would let you make up for your failure to protect her from the Queen last time.
Your brothers leave one by one, heading back towards the cottage. You remain, as evening begins to steal over the clearing and the first stars appear.
“Dopey,” Doc calls softly. Your brothers have been very gentle with you since Snow White died, though their kindness hasn’t done much to heal your broken heart.
You linger over her, staring down at her still face. You can’t bear to say goodbye. You loved her and you never even had the chance to tell her. Your tears fall onto her face, trickling down into her hair.
Leaning down, you gently kiss her for the first and last time. You imagined kissing her many times but… not like this. Her lips are soft, but cold as ice.
Goodbye. I love you , you whisper silently to her. You wish you’d had the courage to tell her before now. You finally force yourself to turn away and walk down to where the others are waiting. You know they saw you kiss her but thankfully, they don’t say anything. Bashful wraps his arm around your shoulders and squeezes, and you lean into him gratefully.
Then you get a miracle.
Snow White wakes up. The frantic, sudden commotion of the animals grabs your attention and the seven of you are floored by the sight of Snow White slowly sitting up on the rock, looking around in confusion.
She’s alive. Alive!
There’s a whirl of joyful shouting and tears and embracing, and she sobs as she hugs each of you in turn. You forgot what joy felt like, and it’s like the world has come back to life alongside Snow White. She explains in a rush that the Queen had come to her in a disguise, and she hadn’t realized until it was too late.
Your rage towards that evil woman intensifies. She needs to pay for all the harm she’s caused. Your brothers explain that Jonathan and the others have gone to the castle to bring her down, and Jonathan thought she was dead too. Her eyes fill with tears again, probably at the thought of the man she loves being injured or worse on her behalf.
“Then we’re going to help them. It’s time to take our kingdom back. No more running,” she declares, holding the silver locket around her neck.
She pauses. “She’ll use every trick she has to stop us,” she adds, looking at you in worry. If she’s going to try to tell you all to stay behind, she’s got another thing coming. You’re not leaving her side again.
Your brothers exchange worried glances. Who knows what magic the Queen has hidden away besides the spell she used on Snow White?
(And for that matter, what happened to break the spell?)
You take a breath. “Let her try.” Your voice is soft and a little hoarse from disuse, but it’s there. Everyone, even the animals, stares silently at you and you feel a blush creep up your neck but you keep going.
“We’re not afraid. Not anymore.” Your words are for her and her alone. Snow White gapes at you, just as shocked as your brothers to hear you.
“Dopey…?” she says, a huge smile coming over her face. She looks… proud, happy… something else you can’t tell. You smile back at her. Her heart belongs to someone else, but you’ll always be her friend. She may be the greatest friend you’ve ever had, and thanks to her you finally have the courage to speak again.
Your brothers are grinning at you—even Grumpy looks proud of you—and you know that from now on, things are different.
“Then, I’m not afraid either,” declares Snow, looking like a queen, a real one. “Come on.”
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It’s not easy, but in the end you prevail. The Queen falls to her own vices, her jealousy and vanity getting the better of her in the end. Snow White is declared the new Queen, and her people rejoice. It’s a new dawn for the whole kingdom.
You all catch up with her outside the Queen’s chambers and find her standing there in shock, a giant black mirror on the wall behind her. She rushes to you when she sees you’re all right and embraces each of you. After she hugs you, she bites her lip and looks as though she wants to tell you something, but thinks better of it. Jonathan hurries in behind you with the bandits, and she rises to greet them.
You’re happy for her, ecstatic really, but it still hurts to see Jonathan take her hands and kiss her passionately in front of everyone. You look away. Grumpy catches her eye and gives you a small nod.
You’ll be ok. She’s ok. She’s going to be Queen, and she wants you all to stay a part of her life.
Life returns somewhat to normal. You all visit the mine for the first time in ages, and slowly a routine builds up. It’s lonely in the cottage without her, even with the presence of six brothers. You try to keep the lessons she taught you about keeping the cottage neat and clean.
As the days pass, you constantly find your thoughts wandering to her. You miss her terribly, even though she promised she’ll come to visit you soon. She wants you all at the castle for her official coronation, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.
You suppose you should prepare for a wedding soon too. You decide not to think too hard about that.
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Your brothers and you are in the middle of discussing what you might make as a gift for her coronation, when someone raps on the door.
Your heart leaps when you answer. It’s her! She opens her arms, a huge smile spreading over her face, and you leap into them. She spins you around, laughing. She finally sets you down, and to your surprise, reddens slightly and looks away shyly.
What was that all about?
She greets your brothers happily, answering the excited flurry of questions.
She asks to speak with you outside. Alone. You straighten your tunic, trying to make yourself as presentable as possible. Your brothers shrug collectively, not sure why she’s picking you out specifically, and give you an encouraging thumbs-up (well, not Grumpy, he just rolls his eyes and walks off).
Outside, Snow White seems just as anxious, unable to know what to do with her hands. She keeps pacing and playing with her necklace. She’s wearing a white ribbon in her hair. You like this look for her.
“What’s wrong?” you ask her gently. Maybe there’s something in the kingdom that’s gone wrong? Or… maybe it’s something more personal? Whatever it is, you want to help.
“Um, nothing! Nothing’s wrong! Everyone at the castle has been wonderful and so helpful. I was never taught by… by my stepmother… how to be the next Queen, so I’ve been getting a lot of training.” You suspect she’s dodging the real issue, but you don’t mind waiting for her to collect her thoughts. Any time you can spend with her, you’re grateful for.
“I really miss all of you when I’m at the castle. It’s just not the same,” she finally admits. You melt a little.
“We miss you too,” you reply. “You’re always welcome here, Princess. This is your home too.” She smiles gratefully and steps closer.
“Besides,” you add in a rush, “you have Jonathan to keep you company, and your wedding to plan.” You probably haven’t said this many words at once in… ever.
Snow White looks baffled. “Wedding? I’m not planning a wedding.”
Now you’re just as baffled. “But… you and Jonathan… aren’t you—”
She laughs, a lovely sound, as she seems to realize the misunderstanding. “Dopey, Jonathan and I aren’t getting married.”
You silently process this, still confused. “But… I thought… but you love him.”
Snow White lets out a breath, and sits down on the stump so she can be closer to your eye level. “I do love him. As a friend . I thought it was more but… I think I just got swept up in the excitement of things changing. When everything calmed down, I realized I wasn’t in love with him. So we’ve agreed to just be friends.”
A flutter of hope begins in your stomach and you try to calm it down. She’s not in love with Jonathan!
“There’s someone else who I love, actually.” She glances up at you shyly.
And there goes the hope. Well. That’s ok. Whoever he is, he’ll be the luckiest person in the world. And you’re her friend, and you always will be.
“I’m happy for you,” you say at the same time she says, “It’s you.”
You stare at each other, and it’s so quiet that even the birds have stopped chirping, like the whole forest is straining to hear your conversation. You distinctly hear a “What??” from the cottage (definitely Grumpy) followed by several annoyed shushes.
Snow White takes a sharp breath, like she didn’t mean to say it aloud, and flushes adorably. You know you’re just as red and you can’t seem to say anything as your heart takes off so loudly she must be able to hear it.
“Dopey, I… I… I wanted to tell you before the coronation. I love you. I do.” She reaches out and takes your hands, pulling you a bit closer to her. Her eyes search yours. “Please say something?”
She… loves me?
You want to say something, anything, but nothing comes out when you try. You gulp and close your eyes, gathering your thoughts and trying to calm your racing heart.
“Me?” It comes out as a squeak but it’s better than nothing.
“You,” she confirms, looking nervous.
“But I— I’m—” You pull away from her, looking around. This is a dream, right? Because Snow White just told you she loved you, and that is simply not possible. “I’m just me . I don’t understand—”
She looks anxious to soothe your fears. “Dopey—”
“I’m a Dwarf. I’m nobody, I’m not a hero. And y-you’re a human. You’re a princess. You deserve a prince or someone like that, not a miner living with his brothers in the middle of the woods—”
“Hey, we are very sophisticated and worldly,” you can hear one of your brothers (Happy?) through the open door, and another chorus of shushing. You wish they would stop eavesdropping.
“Dopey, I—”
“I’m 274, I’ll outlive you by a hundred years, you can’t… l-love me…” you peter off weakly. You want this more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life. More than any jewel, any flawless diamond. But it can’t be, because Dwarfs and beautiful human princesses do not fall in love and live happily ever after. It’s just not done.
Right?
She reaches out and touches your cheek, feather-light. You lean into her touch, sighing.
“But I do love you. And, if it weren’t for my duty as the future Queen, I would ask to stay here forever with this miner, and his brothers. In their cottage in the enchanted woods.” Your heart soars when she says this. If she could stay forever, that would be wonderful. She smiles hopefully, hopping off the stump and settling on her knees in front of you, at eye level. “I just want to know if you love me too.”
“Of course I love you, Snow. I think I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you,” you confess, taking her hands in yours. Somehow they fit together perfectly. “But I—I’m. Are you sure?”
She nods. “I always thought the person I loved would have to come and find me when I was trapped in the castle. But I found you. You’re the only one for me, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She laughs nervously and some of the tension eases. “I’m a little scared. My heart’s beating so fast.”
“Mine too.” You’re relieved not to be the only one who’s terrified here. But it’s Snow White. She’s never been anything but kind, encouraging and sweet to you. Yes. This feels right, as unlikely as it seems.
And when you kiss her, nothing’s ever felt more right. And this time, she’s alive, and warm, and kissing you back.
Distantly, you hear a chorus of “awww’s” from the cottage.
“Oh, gosh ,” murmurs Bashful.
“Ah, great. Now we’re gonna have to build another room.” There’s Grumpy, sounding a little less, er, grumpy, than usual.
“Hush up, you. ” And Doc.