Just sa pamamagitan ng glancing at her; it was obvious this child was the definition; the icon of innocence, for all too follow.
So, then; it was quite odd that others denied that innocence was the very thing she fed on, mostly daintily and unhurried, like any princes with manners should; but on some occasions far madami predatory, devouring all she could.
It was the very araw after the reyna had been defeated; and there was many a noble who thought her body should be left to rot in public, ipinapakita them the true face of treason against their new and honest queen.
This new and honest queen, beautiful and of delicate sensibilities; was touched sa pamamagitan ng the hand of her antithesis at a young age.
The queen, wanting further power over her stepchild's life pacted with one of the fae, Maleficent; who decreed that when she ''knew the foul world's truth; taint the beauty from her youth, when her puso is no madami pure, she'l find a darkness with no cure, till she gorge on fairer soul and flesh, keeping the truth of evil fresh.''
The reyna kept this to herself, and as her vanity twisted to the new root of her madness, this was buried under a thousand other wishes for the princess, each madami foul and vicious than the other.
At any rate; after twelve years she would think that she was far too innocent or ignorant to acknowledge any of the world's wrongdoings, as she thought she could sing each sadness away.
Still; fair princess was lead to a fair wherein she would greet as many as she could with her joyous smile, bringing peace through a simple act of kindness.
The araw had, all in all proceeded without flaw, she had tasted, gazed upon and sang her praises to all she had too; and most were either besotted with her or found her attitude saccharine within the solace of their own minds.
Still; just as all mortals were bound to the word of fae, fae were bound to any obligations with mortal; hence the rarity of them, and how they used words that would provide loopholes if they could. So it had been that the great, self proclaimed mistress of all evil had been afflicted with madami madness than she could cope; being dragged into her dreams even as she woke from them, and her minions soon had ideas of revolution rebelling against her.
It was a ghastly hex, she decided, and one she would soon remedy, if possible. At the days closure, when the buzz of all festivities died down to a quiet humm, something was amiss.
Of course, Snow herself and her great prince were blissfully unaware of this, chattering away and proclaiming their love, tiring the driver of their coach with the length of it all. ''Shall I make a god princess?'' she asked, quietly, a small but sure fear of inferiority rising within her.
It was, however, quickly quelled as he smiled (what an endearing silly little thing she was !) and kissed her hand once more, before telling her, ''we will be finer than all others, my love.'' A poor and pitiful woman came up to them, smiling, wishing evidently for nothing madami than to be acknowledged sa pamamagitan ng the gracious royals. As the Prince was trying to sort out a kind way to tell Snow white to wash her hands afterwards, as she looked ad if she was oozing from some blistering sore, and was, unlike the snow in poverty he had met, utterly unwooable.
She however smiled back a the woman, and shook her hand.
In that moment, her eyes were over taken sa pamamagitan ng violet; and her mind plauged with the weight of infinities that never were; of her in true horrible poverty, begging for tinapay with scared feet; if the huntsman was one not so kind, and if her stepmother had prevailed.
She was too stricken with truths that were unexposed to her; the most viscous of all the labor that killed her true mother and nearly left her too dead.
Almost as quickly as they had changed; the woman's eyes turned back to the normal brown; and she thanked Snow white endlessly for obliging her. Maleficent smiled; she had fulfilled her obligation and preformed her puppetry, and now she could sleep in some semblance of peace.
''Dear, are you alright?'' her prince inquired, noting how dreadfully pale her complexion had turned.
''Oh, yes,'' she tried preventing a fuss,''just, I think a little - thirsty...''
It was true, her mouth was drier than a panghimagas any man or kamelyo had walked upon, scratched with each word, burning and stripped of moisture.
It was an odd request, beings as she had drunk madami than her share of every suitable drink available, he thought; but she had been dead but a few mornings ago, and it was harmless enough.
She drank all water and else she was given; amounting nearly to a waterfall, but still her throat was mauling her from the insides, until speaking would have been the end of her.
At once, she was rushed to the dwarves, as they had cared for her before; and she smiled as she saw dopey, both elegant and true, with a hint of something far less savory behind it. ''Has he the cure?''the prince asked, tentatively, to find her nodding back.
''Oh, no,'' she screamed, sobbing as she did so; a horrible creature attacked him; my dear, we need help for the poor thing...''
So it was, she was kinder and softer than any when she had to be, but foul accidents happened when her thirst came; a thirst she learnt to conceal, so no suspicion would be warranted.
At first, the knowledge of what she had done, what she had to do to live tore her apart, increasing her mourning for the dwarf ten fold, till she found like every thing else it was merely something to be done, and could be taken with either salt or sugar.
Nearly a taon afterward, when she was with her precious husband and there were whisperings of how she needed heirs, she sadly contemplated throwing all subtleties aside. ''I pag-ibig you, dearest.'' she said, earnestly and sweetly, before lifting a shard of glass to his arm, and was mesmerised sa pamamagitan ng the sight. She soon discovered, she loved his taste far more.....