Can you write a broken fairy tale?

Can you write a broken fairy tale?

Can you write a broken fairy tale? – What?

“Mother, I eat your poison apple for me because I can’t refuse your deep and deadly love for me.

“The Prince has been killed by me. * His pale fingertips touch my shivering lips, and his eyes fall upon a near-crazy pathologies, * “I’ve never been a kiss of true love *

“I want you. I’m sorry.

Snow White in this world is twisted, and his love, like a maggots, devours my body and soul day and night.

Time goes back to the beginning of the story.

I’m in a fairy tale, but the echoes in my head tell me that everything here is unusual.

I am the Queen of this Kingdom, and many years ago, the ambitious Queen became the sole power, secretly removing the King and now ruled the country with iron blood.

And I am Snow White’s stepmother, who sent hunters to kill his evil man. He’s the stone on his way to find true love and to a happy ending.

In recent days, I’ve had a little tail in my back.

I wouldn’t care, but it’s been a long time.

I stopped and looked so cold.

“Get out of here. I’m sorry.

The sound of a sudden repulsion has made it hard for the waiter to tremble.

“Mother … See Mother. I’m sorry.

I didn’t turn around, but I took a high-rise gesture and opened my mouth: “What are you doing running away from your fucking house?” Or do you need me to find something for you? I’m sorry.

The unwitting scorn has led to a hardened atmosphere, while those behind them have chosen not to say a word, leaving themselves to be crushed by this insolent silence.

I’m not going to spend it with her.

Who knows when the front foot is lifted, the back foot is pulled and the cowardly voice is heard again.

“Please wait. I’m sorry.

Snow suffocated my sleeves, and the tiny tremors that came through the fabric gave me a twitch.

“We don’t meet very often after our father died. “The tone of her trial was filled with caution that I was born with.

“I miss my mother, so I snuck up to see you.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I can’t help but pick the eyebrow.

Miss me?

You want my cold-faced stepmother to love her? Let her do more housework?

I didn’t respond. Stand still.

The air was again condensed until it was broken by a clear sound, and the waiter was eye-opening the hands of the snow and pushed her back.

It is only then that I turn my back and give him a little look.

She had a cold, indifferent look on her face, and the snow was so restless.

And We took a measure of the young woman who was with her, and We followed her all the way along with her breasts, and stayed in the black collar close to her neck.

The color of God becomes subtle.

She has a thin, thin, young girl of the same age who passed the bar mitzvah, and her beauty is even more visible, although her mind does not seem mature.

The girl’s skin is stronger than the snow, and her eyes are dark as wood. And the face of the porcelain white beads is unblemished, with a twilight and unspoken beauty.

At the moment when the snow touched my sight, it was like a scared rabbit, with his head down and his hands on his skirt, one of which was red.

It’s the one just taken by the waiter.

And when he turned his eyes, and suddenly his thoughts came to his heart, I opened my mouth with a tender tone: “If so, let’s have dinner later.” And when the word fell, the snow turned up as if it were flattered, and the eyes were brightened, like the stars of the night.

But I neglected the dark tide in which the maidens were hidden in their eyes. It was the excitement, and it was wrong.

When I returned to the bedroom, I discharged my servants, and one of them walked slowly to the corner, and lifted out the red silk cloth, and the mirror showed its sight.

It’s ordinary, but I know it’s the Queen’s all-knowing mirror.

I sat in front of it, folded my legs and looked at the mirror that appeared only in fairy tales.

Now it’s within reach.

What did you say?

“The Mirror Mirror, tell me who the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m sorry.

For a long time, the mirror pervaded the strange purple light, and a pale sound sounded: “You, Your Majesty. I’m sorry.

“Who is the most beautiful person in the world? I’m sorry.

It does not hesitate: “Snow White.” I’m sorry.

I heard the unexpected answer, and I looked.

That’s not exactly the fairy tale I remember.

Snow White is a man.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the night arrives.

The big restaurant, except for a few low-intensity servants, is me and Snow.

He dressed up in a different dress from the one he used to wear when the king was alive at his birthday party. It is clear, however, that it is no longer fit, that the cuffs are short, and that the cuffs reveal a large white wrist.

And this has caused him to have a lot of weight on his face, and from the moment he entered the door to see me, the lips were strangling, and the eyes were so low.

“Don’t be so restrained. “I look a little funny at the long-haired boy sitting across the street, and he acts like I’m going to eat him.

Snowy smells and looks, and our eyes meet in the air. Then We turned our eyes first, and raised our hands to the lips.

I didn’t want to do anything to him. But the voice in my head told me that if I didn’t return the story I would die.

So what can I do?

Fortunately, I’m not the one who can’t.

I’ll swallow the wine with a thick perfume.

As I taste the after-smelt of red wine, I suddenly sense that a hot line of sight has been falling on me, and it just happens to be dark as night in the snow.

Can’t wait.

This uncomfortable look is like a leap to the prey of a hunter.

I couldn’t help but look at my eyes and say, “It’s not good to eat.” I’m sorry.

“Of course not. “I’m happy to be invited by my mother to dinner,” says Snowy.

My eyes remain on the thin red that he rose up, and my heart laughs, and it is a delusion to think of what just happened. Look, it’s just a child without love.

I put down my glass, but I didn’t even look at it like that.

I’m still going to test him to see if he’s as pure as he looks.

After all, not long ago, I saw him crush a bird.

And for that little poor man who was dying, he was indifferent to the horrors, and the red red went down his palms, and I saw the excitement of his eyes.

In the queen’s bedroom.

Two beautiful women standing in front of the mirror.

One is like a waterfall, and his muscles are like snow; the other is like a fire, like burning of a red Lotus.

I stood behind him, surrounded by arms around his shoulders, holding in my hand a sleeping dress with no tattoos, with laces of snow, in front of him.

“For you. Do you like it?”

“like. Snow looked in the mirror and said, “Did you wear it?” I’m sorry.

“Not really. I’m sorry.

Somehow, I sensed a loss from his beauty.

Little pervert.

And a taste of play appeared on the lips, and We said on purpose: Then change it. I’m sorry.

Snow, “Here?”

I nod my head.

“…good. I’m sorry.

When the words fell down, he reached out to take off his dress.

♪ I can’t ♪

In the memory of the Queen, if Snow White had revealed the identity of the boy, the Queen would have simply killed him like the King, and she would never allow her presence to threaten her position.

I can’t believe Snow can’t tell, but he’s so easy to say yes…

I’m a little confused, and I’m a little worried. It is not the time to break his true gender, and I only hope that everything will continue as it was.

I’m going back. There was a group of slaves outside the door, and I went by and ordered them to prepare an extra bed for pillows.

It was true that when you turned around again, snow had changed its dress and stood on the bed unprepared.

The moment I looked at him, I could only say that his bones were beautiful and that even a girl’s dress could look good.

Take your eyes back, I shot the bed, and I made him sit next to me.

Snow is quiet, and even breathing is careful.

“Do you want to hear the story?” So I said to myself, “There was a kingdom, and the king married a beautiful successor.” Then, jealous of her face, he sent hunters to kill her. I’m sorry.

“Whoever feeds the hunters on the beauty of the princess, can’t help but let her escape. I’m sorry.

“The princess fled to a small forest and the homeless was taken in by a group of good people. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I stopped. I’m not sure I’m close to anyone.

I went on to tell the story of him, looking at the great interest in his white face: “The Queen, knowing that the hunter didn’t kill her, changed her face and sent poison apples while the princess was alone.” I’m sorry.

“The princess bites. I’m sorry.

“I can’t sleep anymore. I’m sorry.

And in the sight of what he was looking forward to, I evilly said: What if this is the end? I’m sorry.

“That’s pathetic. “Sweet snow is a blizzard, and the eyes are so insensitive that I don’t know what he means by “pity.”

“I lied to you. “She’s waiting for her own prince.” I’m sorry.

“In the end, the prince woke up the princess and lived happily together. I’m sorry.

Yes, when I’ve done everything, you will live your happy lives and I will live my happy lives.

With that in mind, I raised my lips, staring at the faces of the people next to me, trying to discover his thoughts.

The white snow blinked and blinked, as if it had been a bit less shy, and the tone was a little unclear: “Damn hunter. I’m sorry.

I thought I heard it wrong.

In my microbrow, he kept saying, “The Queen can’t do anything about it, like a dog who disobeys his master…”

“I thought there was no reason to live. I’m sorry.

The young man looked at me, and he seemed to appreciate the surprises that appeared on my face. The smile on his lips, the pure and holy face of which speaks creepy words, has also confirmed my thoughts.

The princess who pretends to be a coward and a naïve, what a twist and darkness inside.

When his voice rings again, I pass God.

“If I was the princess, the queen was the queen. I’m sorry.

“Then I may choose to die in your hands. Don’t be a prince, just put my body in a glass casket and come and see me every day. I’m sorry.

In the middle of the day, his breath followed him by a few minutes and grabbed my hand, “If I could, can I ask to be buried with you?” I’m sorry.

The dark eyes of the white snow cast a shadow under the drowsy light, and the mist in the eyes appeared to be pitiful, but they made the twilight cold.

Faced with such a strange question, I do not know how to answer it, but rather make it more certain that the white snow in this fairy tale is not harmless on the surface of humans and animals. He is like a piece of paper, showing us a white face, and the dark red on the back of the undiscovered.

I don’t know.

I finally chose to end the story by ignoring his words.

And when a false smile was raised on the lips, We rubbed his head, and fell down in his ear, saying: Sleep. I’m sorry.

The morning light struck me in the face with a fine window, but the heavy eyelids couldn’t be lifted. Probably didn’t sleep well last night.

I went into the den and tried to escape that nasty light.

But after a while, something didn’t seem right, and I didn’t know the tip of my nose against the tip of someone’s nose, so I could clearly feel the man breathing and spit.

In a shock, he kicked him out of bed, forgetting that last night he had let Snow sleep by himself.

And with his pain, I slept completely.

“Sorry. “Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.

He took my hand and said, “No. I’m sorry.

My eyes were pierced by the clavicles that were exposed to the skin of the snow, and I quenched his tumultuous neck, but in my heart it was silent.

I know he’s a wolf in sheep’s skin and he’s in danger. So am I going to leave early?

Thinking about it, I keep my eyes down and try to be soft: “How about going out with me tomorrow?” I’m sorry.

“Can I brush your hair?” I’m sorry.

I did. I just kicked him in the foot and I didn’t say no.

Sitting in front of a comb, he carefully touched my hair, and feared that he might break one of them with pain, as though he had a smile on his face.

His hands deliberately and unwittingly rubbed my earlids, strangled my ears, stopped on my neck, and the cold coldness of last night’s nightmare overlapped, and I couldn’t tell whether it was a dream or not.

I am at the top of the throne, within the glorious temple of gold.

The young man who kneeled before him was long, long silver hair was softly spread to his shoulder, and Qing Jun’s face was sublime through a few points, while the light blue eyes added a little tenderness to it.

He’s my knight and, in my opinion, most qualified to be a hunter.

After the knighthood, Redya gently fell a kiss on my back, and the touch of soft, wet and hot touched away.

“There is a mission. I’m sorry.

Redya kneels on one knee and bows to my next command.

I slowly put my hand on his shoulder, and set up the Order of Knights who had given him no glory, and I attached it to my ear: “Tomorrow, find the time to push the princess south into the woods…”

So I paused and detailed the micro-expressions on his face: “Kill her.” I’m sorry.

But neither patience nor hesitation had appeared, and there had been little hesitation to look back on Reedea’s face. ‘My Lord!’ I’m sorry.

The word “master” was on his tongue, and I touched his cheek as a reward for a dog who listened.

“…it doesn’t really have to be killed, just keep her away from the woods forever. I took my hand back with my heart.

Reedya looked in his eyes as though he had thought, and We grabbed his chin, and warned him with cold warning: “Do as I say, do not go too far.” I’m sorry.

I’m afraid the mad dog in Reeda really killed him. Who else would I give poison apples?

Send Reedya, I came to the garden, and a shadow that was not supposed to come along.

A sip of rose tea with a low head and a look at Snow standing in front of me with a humble ceremonial salute.

I nodded to him at random: “Come sit down. I’m in the middle of the sun.

“It’s a wonderful day for the sun.” I’m sorry.

“…”

“The Queen Mother is here alone for flowers?”

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“Can I stay with you?” I’m sorry.

“…”

If I was too indifferent for him to know what to say, it was so quiet that the sound of snow was again ringing: “What did you drink? I’m sorry.

“Tea, rose tea, drink next to it, pour it yourself. * And I bow down my eyes and I endure the impatience of my eyes * I haven’t seen you in a morning.

Snow got up and raised the teapot, and the whole pot was knocked over. The water came out, splattered everywhere, and my dress was not spared.

I’m sorry!

I’m getting my eyebrow.

He was busy crouching in front of me, pulling out his handkerchiefs over the stain on my skirt. “I am not so.”

And We put on the table a cup of tea, and the sound of the crumbs broke his voice.

“Do I allow you to walk in the castle? This is my garden.

And suddenly he held me in his arms, and the last part of it was swallowed in his shallow choke.

Is he crying?

Even though it’s supposed to be faked, it’s really admired by the tears that fall.

“I’m… clumsy, always upset with my mother.” He held my waist tight, one point for every word he said, and he tightened it like revenge. The face lies between my waist, and there’s a little itch.

“Forgave you. “It’s hard to breathe and it’s a relief to say it.”

He finally let me loose, just looking at it, and there were no tears on his face, not even tears.

I don’t want anything to do with him. I just want to go back to my bedroom and change my dress.

Late at night.

Snow came into my room, I didn’t talk to him, I didn’t even give him a look.

When I noticed the cold breath passing through my ears, I tried to push the shadow over my side. Unfortunately, the palm fell on the neck of the man.

Even through the black collar, it was clear that there was a slight rise in the area.

…and felt the throat.

I listened to the snow and grunted, and I quickly withdrew my hand and observed his beauty.

But there was nothing on his face that was about to be revealed, and I tried not to let the insinuations of my heart go on and ask, “Why keep them on?” I’m sorry.

“The Queen Mother was awake…” and he opened his mouth, and then he fell down his eyelashes and touched his neck, “Are you talking about this collar?” I’m sorry.

White Shelton went down and said with a very soft voice, “I have a terrible wound on my neck. Want to see it?”

“But I’m afraid I’ll scare you. He said there was no face, no sorrow, no pain, no sorrow. Even when the scars are exposed, they are as calm as the sea.

“Here’s the deal. Snow suddenly turned my eyes on my lips and smiled, and said, “I’ll tell the mother a story. I’m sorry.

I replaced the answer with silence.

Snow recounted the story in peace with what We had told him earlier: “A long time ago, in a rich kingdom, the Queen gave birth to a pair of twins. I’m sorry.

“As time passes, the twin children do not receive equal love, and the king and queen pour all their love on the child in the dress. I’m sorry.

“But they’re just the same. Why do we all like sisters? Would you like it in a dress? The child who was not loved thought so, and then stole his sister’s dress, but it was an outrage and an insult. It was not until one day that she died that he had the privilege of becoming her. I’m sorry.

I didn’t interrupt him all the way, listening to this story, this… about him.

“The Queen has made him a dead sister and has since made him live as her. I’m sorry.

White Shell smiled and told the story in the easiest words, and added, “The Queen’s teachings must have been remembered by now.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After hearing this story, my heart is still shaking, and that is no longer the fairy tale. I am more confused than surprised at this moment.

The former queen is dead. He doesn’t have to wear a dress anymore.

The collar was worn to cover ugly scars. Is that a dress that only follows mother’s advice?

I laughed inside.

But to think of something that once it takes root in the heart, the shadow that comes out of it will also be difficult to remove. I cannot help but have mercy on him, but it is not enough for me to stop, and I will lure him into the forest tomorrow.

“Good night.” I hope you’ll enjoy your trip tomorrow. I’m sorry.

The snow swooped and turned around and left.

The next morning, when the eyes were opened, they saw a dark black.

Snow stood in front of my bed and waited for me to wake up.

I looked at him and I looked back. It is undeniable that the bedline habits have come with me to the world.

And suddenly, when the ears fall down, they sweep their necks and spread through them, and hear only the voice of the man: “Did you forget to travel with me today?” I’m sorry.

And I was terrified of a spirit that turned my head, and it happened to wipe his lips, and the touch of the pink made my nerves.

Both of them stopped.

And between the four eyes, We saw the dark tides buried in the depths of his eyes, gushing in unreachable places.

I swung my eyebrow, reached out to his eyes, pushed him away, “What are you doing so close? I’m sorry.

I didn’t put that scene in my heart.

And the snow has been standing in place, with its head down, and it can’t see the face. Seeing him slowly raising his hand, his twitching fingers shoving over and over his lips as if he were reminiscent of that unexpected kiss.

After breakfast.

Outside the palace, there is a gorgeous carriage that shows the dignity of its owner.

I walked in front and handed him a hand: “Go, my princess.” I’m sorry.

Snow blinks, hands up. And his hands are long and long, and his fingers are clear, and he is somewhat greater than We. At no time did he know who was holding him and then stepped into the carriage.

The landscape along the road is deeply attractive to the princesses who have not come out of the palace since birth.

The birds, somehow, plunging their wings, standing on his side of the window, rubbing his fingertips and screaming.

It’s a beautiful scene, and I can’t stop it.

I’m holding my head in one hand and I’m holding my eyes, and then I’m stunned by a rock that’s stunned the wagon, and I’m scared of the bird, and snow is in my arms.

I wonder how far this distance will fall on me.

I don’t even want to open my eyes, I don’t want to be held by snow.

“Sorry, I’m on my way up. The next one, however, is in my arms.

I don’t know.

All right, I held his shoulder up and let him lay on his leg like a cat: “Come on, be quiet. I’m sorry.

Reedya should have been waiting there for a reason to leave him alone.

And when I got off the wagon, I discharged all my servants and started a serious nonsense: “This time I took you out to find a flower.”

“A flower only you can remove. “My eyes are in the snow, not as soft as my eyes, and even swirl, “will you help me? I’m sorry.

“Of course. He bends his eyelids and does not hesitate to answer.

I put out a picture of it, and it’s marked with a flower that doesn’t exist.

After the snow came, the smile on my lips was so great that I opened my mouth: “Look carefully, find the mother and be happy.” “I’m not going to go back and forth.”

I do not know what kind of emotion is now raging in the dark eyes of my eyes that are watching me from behind.

Snow: Hmm? What flowers need Princess Ben himself to pick?

Snow must not know that his dear mother has abandoned him and returned to the palace alone.

I put my elbows around the window, and I looked down on the window and looked back, and the cold wind smote my eyes and felt a little sour.

A bird was parked by the window and carefully looked in the head, was distracted and then put on the window when it was driven away.

And in the temple, I sat in the place of the mighty, staring at the outside, and the sky was dark, and a few candles were shaking in darkness.

Reedya should have returned to me by now. I squeezed my eyebrow and pointed the wheel at the chair handle.

And it was at that point that the door came out, and I looked over there. Even if it’s thin, it’s in my ear.

I got up from my seat.

Is Redya back?

The temple was covered in half, but before a few steps had been taken, its hands were thrust out suddenly.

It’s an over-white hand, and it’s too long, and it’s as cold as it is, but what matters to me most is that the man see through the red hands.

My breath is stagnating here. It’s not Reedya’s hand. There’s a scar on his right hand that doesn’t look like this one.

The body could not go back on its own, but when I saw the face of the man, my legs were so tightly bound by thorns that I could not take half.

How could it be…

Snow?

If you can’t think, you’ll be thrown down.

He touched my cheek in tremors, and a blood surged into my nostrils, which kept my blood shaking, and the face of which he could not make any face out of fear touched a red piece of his hand.

Snow is holding me in my neck, and my back is shaking, and I can’t tell for a second whether it’s the excitement of killing or…

I was scared of my own thoughts, and I pushed him away so hard that I couldn’t get it out of my head, and then I heard the sound of a snorting sound, and I was like, “Mother, I’m afraid.”

And we took a breath, and we spoke, “What happened?” “It’s not what I thought it would be best, even though there’s some speculation in my mind.

His head was raised slowly, his eyes were covered with water fog, and his tears fell at any time. “There’s a man with silver hair … he’s trying to save me, he he’s…” It seems that snow can’t keep going.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take your flowers off. * He’s got a small voice of guilt, but he’s in my ear. *

Silver hair… save?

No way.

I grabbed his shoulder, almost hysterically: “Tell me what happened.” I’m sorry.

The snow opened its eyes and breathed in a hurry, as if it were a shock. “I saw in a forest the flower you were looking for, but as soon as I got close to it, I washed out a wild bear…

“If it weren’t for him, I would never have seen you again. After that he held me again, the hot, wet heat fell on my neck.

A cold tan and a few sweats on the forehead, and I moved my lips and made a hard sound: “Yes, the blood on your body…”

He said, “Ah,” and immediately got up from me: “I’m sorry, I accidentally got you into this dirty bear blood.” I’m sorry.

I watched him fall down, his hands squeezed his skirt, and his black dress was covered with big stains, but it wasn’t clear under the dim light, and I was wondering what would happen if he wore a light dress today.

I have touched my cheeks a bit numb, and my lips have drawn a stiff smile, and I do not believe a word of this one who should not have come back.

The red on my face was erased, and I spread out my hands and watched the blood stains on my face.

This can’t be bear blood.

“Mother, I’ll change my dress first. “The voice of the low white snow comes from above, and I can’t see his face, but I feel strange.

He fell down and kissed me in the face: “See you tomorrow, have a good night’s sleep.” I’m sorry.

I did not respond, looking at the shadow of his departure without moving, and when he disappeared, I was taken out of my body, and I fell to the ground.

And I slowly reached out a hand to my eyes, and by the stitches of my finger, I couldn’t see anything, and suddenly I started to laugh: “How can we leave him?” I’m sorry.

After the bath, I washed my blood out.

There was only one candle in the bedroom, and I strangled with my knees on the bed, and I didn’t believe that Reedya was just dead.

I know him best. How can a bear not be dealt with in his power? Snow’s words are false.

At a time of confusion, there was a sudden noise outside the door, followed by a sudden knock.

I figured out who it was, who it was, who it was.

I see Snow’s face, wet by tears, is filled with tatters.

I wrinkled my head and blocked it at the door without letting him in, and I kept my eyes shut: “What is it? I’m sorry.

“I’m still scared. “Can I sleep with you one more night?” I’m sorry.

Scared?

I’m the one who should be afraid.

I watched him silently, and I did not speak, and the parties were caught in a brief silence.

“Come in.” I’m sorry.

Snow was happy, and then naturally climbed up to my bed, and the corner of the covers was turned open, and I went up to sleep.

His lips were resurfaced as though the fear had never appeared.

I went to him indifferent, and I had a lot to ask about Reedya’s death.

“Are you in a bad mood today?

“Did I fail to recover the flower? “In the dark, the snow blinked and opened its mouth carefully.

“Not really. I’m sorry.

“Why is that? Please tell me. *And he grabbed my hand, and his eyes were dark as wood, filled with concern *

But I didn’t feel a thing, and I broke his finger, one by one, and opened his mouth in his microbrow: “I will ask you one last time.

“All that happens on the way to find flowers, I want you to say it without saying it.” I’m sorry.

His pupils began to tremble nuanced, his hands covered his ears, and his emotions fell down and shouted: “Don’t come near me, don’t kill me, woo…” All that’s left is the sobbing.

I can’t help but wonder if someone could really do something like that.

Obviously, I can’t ask anything from it.

I probably shouldn’t have put him in his room at the outset, and I was tired of what happened this day.

I’ve pulled a blanket all over me, trying to bury myself in a place no one can find.

But I didn’t expect Snow to go to the woods the next day, but it saved me a lot of work.

I was lying down on the bed, reading the letter he left before leaving in the morning.

The letter reads as follows: I am sorry to my mother, I still feel guilty, and I know it means a great deal to you to come to that flower. I know it’s in the woods in the south, so don’t worry.

I couldn’t help but laugh and let my paper slide.

“There’s no flower, it doesn’t exist. I’m sorry.

“What the hell are you doing?”

I don’t know.

Today is Snow’s twenty-ninth day away.

He’s been quiet since he left.

Come on, let me guess what he’s doing…

Washing the dwarves, cleaning the floors, cleaning the house?

I couldn’t stop laughing. After laughter, there was only solitude, I sat down on the throne, and the castle was so quiet that I could hear myself breathing.

And suddenly the thoughts entered into the plentiful hearts, and the fatigue followed me with them.

So I fell asleep in my seat, and from my sleep it was the moment that my heart fell down.

It’s like I’m stuck in a cage, and I’m constricting until I can’t breathe, I’m crawling on my limbs, and I fall from my seat.

This reminds me that the time has come to deliver poison apples and to drag them down, they will be executed.

And I climbed from the ground and ran all the way back to the bed.

In the corner, I held the mirror, and I used its magic to change the face, and the very poisonous apple.

It was not until We could see those in the mirror that the pain of their hearts was respited.

It’s a plain skin, ordinary and forgotten at first sight, but it’s not the face of a fairy tale, at least young.

And We mixed the poisoned apples into a non-toxic basket of apples, and We put on a black cloak, and set off towards the forest.

It’s just that I didn’t expect to see Reedya’s body there.

In the depths of the trees, there is silence around them, and the swirling of the leaves is loud and clear into their ears, and the moon washes, and the trees are scattered strangely, as if darkness would devour you at any time.

Maybe Snow White didn’t meet the dwarfs in the first place, but disappeared in these woods?

I was suddenly tripped by something on the soles of my feet, thought it was a branch, didn’t want it, but something was said to be wrong.

I lit the oil lamp and held my breath and looked down. It was a medal full of stains, covering the whole picture, but there was still a tip that shined under the light.

The shape looks familiar…

The Knight’s Order!

Lydia.

My breath was fast, my lights were on for a week and only broken clothes were found.

I have taken a few steps back and I don’t seem to believe what’s happening.

Even a full body is missing.

The heart twitched slightly, leaving only guilt behind.

Yes … I have never sent anyone to search for him, even his body, for so long as I do not believe in Snow.

30 days enough to destroy a whole body.

In the end, guilt was replaced by a bitter smile, and I slowly dropped an apple next to his medal and then moved on.

I still don’t know the cause of death in Riedéa, and I’m told it’s snow. But soon he denied that a man who had been in the palace for a long time, and had no power over him, could kill him.

And with confusion, and without notice, there was a mist around them, and an ancient fort appeared before Us.

In the midst of confusion, the gates of blood-coloured brilliance are slowly opening, as if they were expecting me.

I’m walking down the hill, wondering.

But the fragrances hidden in the mist led me to my feet, and I couldn’t help but step into the unknown.

It was only when the gates were closed and the oil lamps were put out that I returned from my trance.

The unease referred to the voice, the whole body was on guard, and I squeezed the basket and found the first step.

Why?

According to the Mirror’s guidelines, this should be a cabin.

But how can it be a dirty old castle?

Unbelievably curious drives me deeper, suddenly, with a light tap on my shoulder.

I was frozen, and the blood was in the air as my breath was condensed, and the horrors in my head were active.

“Please ask…” with a familiar voice, “Why are you here alone? I’m sorry.

I was relieved and fast.

It’s snow.

I turned slowly.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of my lips, and I took out a basket and tried to put out a pure face: “I have apples. Want to taste them? “I’m just trying to walk away from it, and I don’t hesitate to talk about it, hard and unconvincing.

I had this smile face and I couldn’t wait for his response.

Yeah, well, that was a completely unthinkable sentence, and who’s gonna eat that apple in this weird atmosphere?

And I’ve told him this story, and he knows it.

I took the basket quietly and didn’t expect him to say, “Okay. I’m sorry.

“I happen to be a little thirsty, too. He didn’t tear me apart.

I can’t take this smile off my lips.

I handed him the poison apples prepared in advance, and I tried to make myself look sincere: “Come on, this must be sweet.” I’m sorry.

“What if it’s not sweet?”

And I did not know that he would ask such a thing, so that he might eat it, and I said, “If it is not sweet, I will be with you for the rest of my life, and I will plant it for you.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know if it’s my fault. The look on his face got a little excited.

Snow picked up the apples in my hand and placed them in the eyes I was waiting for, and they stopped at the last minute.

Ultimately, the expectations failed.

“As a gift,” he looked at him and smiled, “Why don’t you stay here for a few days and I’ll eat it when you leave.” I’m sorry.

I sat on the fence of the Old Fort road, with a cold wind on my cheeks, looking down, as if it were dark, as if it were an endless abyss.

There is no part of day and night here, and the whole castle is like a little secret, and it attracts you from time to time, but it is as if its secrets were wrapped in chains, from which you could find nothing, much less approach.

I took a breath, and suddenly my back came down the fence before I could see who was behind me.

In the second, there was a blank in the brain, too late to think, and there was a loss of weight.

We opened our eyes, and thought we were going to fall into the darkness, and the sting was coming from our wrists at the next second.

Somebody pulled me. And that man, it’s Snow White.

He doesn’t have a single look on his face, he’s in the dark and he seems to let go at any time.

I grabbed his hand and tried hard to contain the mood of my heart: “Put me up.” I’m sorry.

But Snow didn’t move, looking at me in peace, looking at the sweat that came out of my forehead, looking at my eyes and gravitating towards my pupils.

I said it again in cold. He still hasn’t responded. I suddenly realized, he probably knew who I was.

I’d have let go of him if I had to.

Sweat faded into the wind, and deep-browed eyes were wiped out in the passage of time, and I closed my eyes and stopped talking.

And he pulled me up at this moment.

And the moment when his toes fell to the ground, I fell upon him, and a strange scent came into his nasal cavity, just as the fragrance of the fragrance of the mist of that night, the enchanted.

He’s all over the place, staring at me.

I pulled down a hood with a black cape, dressed up to be self-righteous and raised from him.

Both were then silenced.

I looked at him, lying on the ground, and I couldn’t see what was in his heart. Why did you push me? Why did you pull me up? Why didn’t you take me down?

I’m not even going to ask him any questions.

I walked by his side, but he grabbed the corner of the black robe.

“I think you look like a man. I’m sorry.

And We did not conceal, without a trace, the panic which appeared in our eyes: Who? I’m sorry.

If he knows it’s better if he doesn’t break it in person, then how?

“My beloved, my beloved…” And his voice was like a dream.

I took him for a lie, but Snow didn’t mean to let me go.

And in the sight of it was a flash of cold, and I was cold: “You said, leave me only a few days, then eat the apple.” This is a word that has been mixed with my anger and revealed my strong purpose.

He knew that the apple problem would not fall into my full-blown trap, but he had promised me to eat it, so I grabbed it.

And suddenly the snow smiled, and said to itself, without answering me, “Will you not sit in such a dangerous place next time?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him and asked him why he pushed me, because it made no sense, and now the snow is for me a rotting paradox, a dangerous thing.

Or perhaps he was just pushing me around with a desire for destruction which he had planted in his heart.

And when I pulled my coat, I finally pulled away from him: “Throw me down.” He left him alone in an empty corridor.

I don’t know what it’s like to be in the mood now, to be sad, to be impatient, to be bored, to be afraid.

Every night here, I’m going to get through the taste of a knife, and as long as he doesn’t bite a poisoned apple, the pain will stay with me.

I became more impatient, and even thought that he would not bite the apple, but that he would play with me, that he would consume my patience and that my end would be doomed to death.

But I don’t want to, so I have to take action.

He doesn’t eat.

Then I broke his lips and chewed them and fed them.

The next day I knocked on Snow’s door.

The basket on the right is a pre-prepared poison apple, and a drink that makes people sleepy.

One, two, three…

There were several knocks and there was still no movement inside.

As I hesitated to go straight in, the back of my neck suddenly got wet and hot: “Are you standing in front of my door to do something bad? I’m sorry.

I turned around.

He’s like a snake that spits poison, and that’s all I think.

“The sad reaction. The snow opened its innocent eyes and blinked, “Is that really what I said?” He took a step closer to me, to feel each other’s breath.

And I turned back with my eyebrow, and I knew that my back had reached the doorknob, but I could only see him getting closer.

“There’s no voice behind you, and anyone will be surprised. “And I did not hide from him any more, and I looked upon him in cold, as if I had pierced him.

“Yeah, I thought you wouldn’t. “A beautiful color.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The mirror changed my face, but it didn’t change my hair. It doesn’t matter. He already knows who I am, just for whatever reason.

The fact that he had been told these fairy tales earlier was to test his ideas is not worth considering. He said he’d die in my hands, but who knows if this is a joke?

I took his hand, pressed the basket in his hand and reminded myself of its ultimate purpose: “These days are long enough for you.” I’m sorry.

He stares at his open hands for a long time, and suddenly laughs: “Yes.” I’m sorry.

And the snow came upon me as fast as it could, and the warm nose was right in my ear, and he reached out with his hand around my waist and pushed the door behind me.

“Come in and sit down. He took my hand and took me in.

At one glance, you can see the layout of the room.

And the most attractive is the coffin in the middle.

Unlike other coffins, they are transparent coffins carved from a crystal.

I’m steppin’.

No cabins, no dwarves, Snow’s own casket.

I can’t help but see a few mistakes in my eyes.

But Snow is blind, as if there was no such casket in the room, and if I hadn’t been able to touch it, I would have wondered if I had been mistaken.

Unwittingly, he has the lead, and I have been following him.

This cannot continue.

I took out that poison apple.

Bite your lips like you’re determined.

And I felt his twitch clearly while his taunted his shoulder, and his lips were turned over, and his soft touch struck.

He also broke his line without any effort and kept going deep.

It used to be medicine, and I didn’t think snow would drink, so I took this extreme approach.

The wine fell on his lips, and his dark eyes could not see at the moment.

As soon as I was going to exit, snow seized my head, with his fingertips wrapped around my hair, and began his relentless and wanton appropriation and plundering.

I pushed him away so hard that he kissed him a little dizzy and couldn’t stand it.

I don’t know when the apples fall.

Snow picks it up, squirts it down, and then opens a funny smile on the lips.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry.

“Mother. I’m sorry.

I looked up and looked at him.

Our eyes were emptied, he was full of drama and I was alert.

It’s like a rabbit is about to start a confrontation with a snake, but it’s just not lucky, and this time I’m his prey.

“I told you before. I’ll cooperate with you willingly. I’m sorry.

I look to that transparent coffin, not far from myself, and I wonder.

And then he looked at the snow, and only saw him constantly approaching himself, and the voice of a little bit of the mute was in his ear: “I remember the story you told me…”

Snow stopped at a very close place, and started to pick up the apples in his hand, saying the story: “The princess bit the apples and couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry.

After that, I moved the apples to my side.

I squeezed the white fingertips and wondered why he didn’t go into a coma because of the wine.

I still don’t believe that he will bite an apple because I want to put him to an endless sleep, that’s what a fool or madman would do, and that everything is in his hands.

And I looked with vigilance at those who were not of the same colour as before, and his dark, dark eyes were as though they were a thread of dissatisfaction that I did not trust him.

In a trance, he held me in his arms and held me in his arms, without giving me any chance of escape.

The snow is shaking, the throat is rusty, and it’s so dumb: “It’s hard to think of sleeping and never see the mother again.” I’m sorry.

His disturbed breath ran over his neck and left him in a wet shower. The thin back is fragile due to severe tremors, like a butterfly with broken wings.

And all I have to do is lead him to apples.

Even though I’ve been stripped, I can at least use his delicate feelings for myself.

As I was going to speak, Snow White just happened to look up with his hands on my cheek.

His dark eyes were already immersed in fog, as if they were filled with tears. The cold abdomen rubbed my lips, and slowly: “But since the queen wanted to do something…”

“Then I have to do everything I can to satisfy myself. I’m sorry.

Says he bit the poison apple in my amazing shock.

“I’m a good mother. I’m sorry.

“Right?”

He shakes his body, and his words fall and he can’t hold.

With the sound of boom, half-bited red apples rolled to my feet.

I’m breathing.

Then he looked at the man who was lying on the ground, and he was not moving, and was already dead, and quiet as a puppet.

The pupils were convulsing, and I was standing there for seconds.

I can’t believe he’s like this, like this…

We took a few steps back, and we picked up apples on the ground.

I thought it was going to cost me some work, and I thought I was going to have to do something else…

I didn’t know he was so easy to eat.

I put my eyes back on him.

“Girls” are in the dark of their cheeks, and their thin lips have lost their original blood, and their skin as snow, at the moment, is in a state of morbid white.

I was terrified and had a feeling that he would never open his eyes again.

The dazzling smile when the sight crossed his lips.

No pain, no grief.

It’s like he’s done something that makes sense to him, and he’s smiling and waiting quietly for the children.

I suddenly didn’t understand what I was feeling.

It’s greasy, messy, annoying.

And We held him up with strength, step by step towards the casket in the middle.

Snow is in the coffin.

I got his hair up and down.

He is still beautiful and delicate as he loses his energy.

It’s the only thing I can do for him.

I’m not sure if there’s a prince in this broken fairy tale world.

He looked at his last eye and left. The steps are extremely heavy.

The road back to the palace was unhindered.

And it seemed like it would disappear in the fog forever.

For months now, the palace appears to be calm on its surface, and in the shadows, it is already in the air.

“I hear the queen is jealous of the princess…”

“Get her out of the woods?” God, that’s pathetic. I’m sorry.

“Didn’t the queen kill her already? I’m sorry.

And I touched the black cat in my arms, and he was lazy.

Listening to the whispers of the daughters of the nobles is also a pleasure.

I’m already in the highest esteem for pleasure, Snow White?

I’m afraid I’ll forget.

They’re like mosquito flies, and they’re talking so much that they have real headaches.

And We smiled at the cup of wine to the lips, and We gave it to the mouth, and then it was filled with fragrance, and then it turned to the lips: “What if there is anything to say, then stand before me.”

“Let me be part of your discussion.” “It is only contempt that comes out of their eyes that they make a good laugh.”

I know they said it deliberately with me.

Or else it will not be so clear and unsaid into our ears.

I didn’t ask them to talk about it.

A herd of fear of death.

And in the moment of my speech, the noble women were stiffened and scattered.

One of the blonde women changed her smile and came towards my money.

“Your Majesty. She made a salute.

I swayed the glass, and the black cat made the noise of grunts under my gentle touch, and she didn’t have any eyes.

And when she rose up, We said, “Do I allow you to stand up? The climate has fallen to the point of ice.

The women in front of us can’t stop shaking.

“Kneel and say. * I’ve got an ironic rad on my lips.

It’s like she’s making fun of herself.

Several of the men who had discussed with her earlier looked at her indifferently as if something had happened to her.

She bites her lips, kneels on her knees, and falls at my feet: “I am not offended, but ask the queen to forgive.” I’m sorry.

The black cat jumped off me, and I folded my legs, and I squished her in cold, cold and cold, and said, “Whatever, whatever.” It’s offensive. I’m sorry.

And We poured upon her the rest of the wine of the cup without a drop: “The wine of the red and of the beauty, my gift is kept in good shape, and do not leave until the feast is over.” I’m sorry.

She looked at me with her eyes full of twirls, she touched her wet blond hair, and looked to me unbelievably, and a shadow of bitterness appeared in her eyes.

And I, who made her a laughing stock of the feast, looked at her like an ant’s eyes, and the smile on her lips was very sharp.

When you’re done, you don’t hesitate to get up, like you’re walking around with something dirty, and you’re walking away with a lot of eyes.

I don’t know why. I’m very upset when it comes to the word “snow”.

I take the next rose and sit alone in the garden pavilion.

Prince, will you find him?

He’ll wake up.

I don’t know.

And the thought was broken with a sudden sting, and the pointer of the cut-off was red, and so did I.

Because I realized that all I didn’t care about was a lie when this inexplicable problem came to my head.

How else could I have listened so carefully when they talked about Snow?

I stripped a petal.

The petals of roses shivering with the wind, and it reminds me of that day, when he shivered on the thin backs of a broken-wing butterfly.

And We cast down their eyes and threw them to the ground.

I came back to the bedroom with a bit of weakness, not for the others, but for the strong pain.

From the heart, it spreads a little bit, and this time it’s a few times better than before, ripping my whole body, and it’s like it’s gonna tear me up at any moment.

Shit…

I’ve been thinking hard, I still don’t understand.

Didn’t I finish all the plays?

I was walking to the mirror, waking it up.

“Tell me, is Snow White still asleep? I held the frame hard and I endured the pain.

“Snow White is awake.” I’m sorry.

Then why, why does it hurt?

It was like a blunt instrument knocking on the heart, and I bit my teeth, and a weak word came out of my teeth.

“How did she wake up? I’m sorry.

When asked here, the Mirror was only lit a few times, then quickly went dark and no response.

My hands were tight on my chest, and the sweat of my head slipped from his forehead and fell on the ground.

I can’t feel it coming out of my heel. I’m holding down.

Can’t stay any longer… not a moment.

I’m gonna hurt.

I have to go to the woods, to the castle.

Go see what’s going on.

The nightlight is falling down, the sky is red and the cold is getting worse.

I was riding fast towards the forest.

The crows from afar cried out, but they cried like blood.

16. I was born in chaos, perhaps from the very beginning.

I stood in front of the mirror and watched my mother brush my hair for me.

Her angelic face is pure and beautiful, and her smile is happier than ever.

And the “girls” in the mirror, which she’s allowed to play with, are like a dead water, with no light in their eyes.

“She” has long long hairs as dark and thick as the women behind her, white as snow.

And the fine look that made people envious.

“Good boy, turn around. “A gentle, watery voice in the ears.”

The mother carefully put her shoulder on my shoulder as if she was touching a fragile, precious china.

And I turned around and got a clear and loud slap.

And the undefeated force caused me to fall upon the ground, and gave me a short ear.

But I have not changed a bit, because I am used to this sudden rage.

In the eyes of the pupils, the face of the woman is twisted, as if it were a ghost.

The voice of hissing is completely out of the tenderness of the past, like a long-pressed beast, and he comes at me with a fiercely violent hand: “It’s not like … it’s not, it’s not like.” “She wouldn’t look at me like that.” I’m sorry.

“No, don’t give her back! I’m sorry.

And she grabbed me by the mouth of my garment, and then she shook my shoulder. It’s as if he’s lost his mind.

I didn’t resist, like a cut-off puppet, losing control of the body.

I always wondered what mother was saying.

I’m me.

Why like that dead sister?

She’s gone crazy and she’s pulling my dress off, and the jewels fall down, and she’s ripping off my tie.

The laughter gradually spreads over my lips, and the joy of the eyes cannot be covered.

I just want her to rip it faster, faster, faster… and better to rip it with me!

She suddenly stopped her moves and fell on her knees. And the shivering hands touched my already swollen cheeks, and wept with me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sayana, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Look, it’s your sister’s name again.

And We looked down and touched the hair of her mother gently, as she had done before, and touched me with love and tenderness.

And later, the lips were raised: “She is dead, she is gone. * * In her ears, she speaks the truth over and over and over again, beating her heartlessly and pulling her back to the cruel reality *

She pushed me away.

With her eyes wide open, the venom of her eyes breeds resentment and seems to swallow me at any moment. Then he strangled me and put me on the ground.

“She’s dead, sister, dead.” With the strength of the neck, I have struggled to make a low laughter and the tears of the eyelids fall uncontrollably.

It was like breathing was going to stop in the next second, and I closed my eyes.

Waiting silently for death to come, and longing for God not to turn away from me, but to take me to pieces.

Time is running out for a second, and my expectations have finally failed.

Mother let me go, turn away.

She left me with only the shadow and the face.

We crawled from the ground, facing the mirror, looking at the pieces.

The flat breast is scarred with untidy scars and a drop of blood permeating, a “reward” that my mother had previously given me.

I don’t have a name.

There’s only one random designation, Snow. It can be dyed with any color of snow.

My sister and I look the same, but they love her.

I am aware of this, so I have taken a harsh and false approach, and I have always listened to my mother and my father.

The end is even more hateful, and there is none but himself.

Sister likes to wear a white dress, then I’ll put it on pure white.

Mother said that sister’s smile was different, so I remembered her smile and copied it to my face.

Mother said I was her.

How could I be her, but I’m sure it’s true that I became her under the guidance of my mother, and maybe being a sister is a happy thing for me?

Day after day’s play breeds strangeness and never comes the yearning for happiness, and I gradually lose myself and forget myself.

“Good boy, Sayana. I’m sorry.

“…”

“What are you doing? “The noises of the stingy ears are ringing in my ears, and my mother stole my broken dress, which my sister loved the most.

“Are you crazy? A pair of scissors she took from me, and the hysterics fell like a pot of cold water, and her feet were covered in cut white skirts, with only the whites lit by the stars, like decomposed snow.

I looked at it for a long time and laughed, “Maybe, yeah. I’m sorry.

I pushed the man in front of me down the attic as soon as the word fell.

I was a weak china in her eyes, and there was no ambiguity, but she never thought that I had been in a state of disarray and indisposedness.

The china is also broken and sharper, and a piece of it can kill a lot of people…my mother.

She fell in a bloodbath, immersed in roses and melted with their red.

The soil will corrupt her body and immerse her bones.

I’m standing upstairs, looking down cold.

The woman who fell in the roses looked up, she was blind, she was staring at the front. She had half her lips, but until the last minute she had no voice.

The condensed fear of spilling over the face, with incredible signs, has persisted.

I realized peacefully that she was dead.

And Father, soon wed a new queen. Not long ago, he died.

He was taken away because of the death of the former queen.

Only I know that Father doesn’t love Mother.

The mother died at that time, and he didn’t ask.

Oh, the truth…

And the new queen.

Nope.

It’s time to call Mother.

I took all my memories and lay still in my coffin.

My consciousness was awakened long ago, but my eyes were not opened.

I’m waiting.

Wait for her.

I want to open my eyes and see her first.

If not…

I think I might have to kill them until she showed up.

And the heavens and the earth shall be made of a red and beautiful sun.

But the moment when I set foot in the mist, the night fell, and the darkness came.

The horses were scared. I jumped off the horse if I didn’t move forward. There is no moment to rest.

And the gates of the ancient castle were opened to me, as was the day when the gates were covered in blood.

For some reason, I’m in deep fear for no reason, and I have a feeling that if I step any closer, I’ll regret it.

But the sharp nuance of the chest reminds me that death is getting closer to me.

I took a breath of coldness, and I put up to the top floor with a sense of tear from time to time.

Snow’s room.

Right ahead.

But my heel is as strong on the ground as I can’t move.

The stench of corruption in my mouth has kept me from opening the door, and my shaking hand has carried it.

# And the gills #

I walked carefully into the door.

It’s dark inside. I can barely see. I can’t see it.

Every step I take, the smell of the stingy nose gets stronger.

I’m in a state of stress when I’m in a state of extreme depression.

But the next scene, it was easy to break all my defenses.

I stepped somewhere and the lights were on.

I see Snow White lying in the coffin in peace and quiet, as if he were different.

It’s just that white face, red blood. It contrasts with the skin of snow, shocks the sight, burns the eyeballs.

It’s cold, it’s in the limbs, it’s in the dirt.

I’m shaking my lips. I can’t say anything.

Only because I saw the body that fell by the coffin.

Run!

I’m unconscious.

But it was soon brought back by the pain.

My hands were tied to my nails and I forced myself to calm down.

Mirror said he was awake.

He’s not lying here in peace, like a few bodies down there!

I suddenly choked.

A few…

The body.

The suffocation flashes like a abyss.

Where’s the body?

No way.

Liar…

And We reclined until the back reached the cold wall, looking to the side, and the door was locked to death.

I bit my teeth, and I had to walk forward with my scalp.

Every step closer, my heart trembles.

Until it’s snowy.

The soft light hit him in the face, and the soft black eyelashes were like wings, and a small shadow was painted.

His face was unattractive, as if it were just an indistinguished princess trapped here.

And his lips, though white, were soft as an apple, and it was tempting you to bite.

And We caused him to touch his cheeks, and his hands were stained with thick blood, and it was at that moment, when he fell down, awakened.

And behold, for a second, my head shall be held against it by a mighty hand, and it shall fall upon his lips softly.

Strangely, with his deep kiss, my pain disappeared.

It’s a delicate feeling.

He didn’t let me go until the smell of blood spread between his tongue.

And We gnawed his lips, and his sharp eyes turned upon him with many arrows.

And the snow grazed out its tongue, licking away the red which was on its lips, and revealed a few cents of its eyes.

“Next time, I hope you’ll be gentler. I’m sorry.

Next time…

I’m laughing.

I stepped back on my guard, and my heel touched the stiff body.

And the sight moved down, even though the garments were already in disrepair, his identity was revealed in the scattered emblem.

It’s a neighboring prince!

I looked in horror and tried to hide my fear from my eyes with anger, but my voice didn’t feel it.

“You, kill…”

It’s not finished. It’s a sense of dizziness. And in the moment when I fell, he stretched out his hand and took me in his arms.

The dark fragrance of the sheaths, and the moment when the darkness struck it, We saw the smile that appeared on his lips.

It’s hateful.

When I woke up, I was lying in a big bed with the same layout as my bedroom. For a moment, I thought I was still in the palace.

I’ve never been to Fort Mist, I’ve never looked for snow.

I sat up, and my lips were smirked.

Too bad.

I would have believed it had it not been for a glimpse of him by his side and the endless darkness of the window.

And the eyes pass round, and the candles shake in darkness.

I am still surprised at this castle, and I have yet to know where it came from and how it is associated with Snow.

I just know that this is something I can never touch.

She sat on the bedside, and she saw me waking up, and her eyes were bright.

“You’re finally awake. I’m sorry.

Says he’s got my hand on his fingertips.

I did not hesitate to draw back my hand.

I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t care how many people he killed. The pain in the chest is over, and I have no need to stay.

“I want to go back.” I’m sorry.

But he waited for his response.

And when the sight fell on his face again, and saw the smile on his lips, I was certain that he would not let me go back.

“It’s not good to stay here.”

“I’ll make it all, like the palace. He had his eyes full of smiles, but did not realize how ridiculous his words were.

And the hands were redened, and the white fingertips were a little weak, and We raised their eyes, and We covered his cheeks with cold eyes.

“I’m the queen, there can’t be without me. I’m sorry.

Trying to reason with him, I struggled for nothing.

The snow was noding, too. I’m sorry.

“If Mother’s going back, take me. “I will go with you.” I’m sorry.

I had no choice but to look at the invisibility of the white and black eyes.

Wait for the palace.

I hope he won’t do anything to me…

The next morning.

I’ll wait for him in the room.

The thought of getting out of this damn place right away added to my concern.

There was a knock on the door outside and a thin body came into the sight.

The white snowhead was wearing a black cap, a black dress, and he was treated.

I don’t know. I thought I’d go to the funeral.

And I laughed, and there was some change in him.

Snow’s shape is more male-oriented and longer than ever.

The hysteria of the throat can no longer be covered up by the collar. The face is still soft, but it’s a little more subtle.

Forever, it’s his beauty.

I kept my eyes down, and I swiped his shoulders.

“Let’s go. I’m sorry.

But in the next second, he was held tight. The weak sound is in the ear with caution.

At first, in the hall of the palace, he was as careful as he pulled my sleeve.

I stopped, not moving.

And he leaned his head on my shoulder, and the breath was a little itching: “This time, don’t leave me again. I’m sorry.

“Okay?”

His voice was low and dull, and he didn’t recognize emotions.

A long time.

I didn’t respond to him either.

Back to the Queen, the mood was strange.

It’s not weird. It doesn’t come out.

The look of snow, especially for the servants, has changed.

And a little fear, as if he were the ruler here.

Unprovoked suspicion is a terrible phenomenon that means I will not have a place.

I sat in the courtroom and wondered what I was afraid of, and I couldn’t sleep.

Looking towards the sky, the dark clouds overwhelm the moon. And in the light of the cold moon there shall be a light upon my heart, and it shall be barren and desolate.

I don’t know how long I was in a coma in the castle or what snow did during that period.

There seems to be a need to use the mirror and ask the truth.

As soon as I got to the door, I noticed something wrong.

A shadow flashes across the street.

Frightened and ran into me. I grabbed the man’s hand by the force, and I scolded him.

“Who gives you permission to enter or leave?” I’m sorry.

The man was in a tremor, apparently still in a state of panic. The hood covered up, only half of its face.

After a full look, there’s no need to lose.

Yes…

The woman at the party.

When I looked back, she pushed me away before I was ready.

Then it was just the back of her running away.

If anything had been done, she would never have escaped.

I’m looking at her. I’m sure of that.

There’s something more important at the moment.

I’m in the bedroom.

Thinking about why she’s panicking, Murphy–

And when I looked at that pile of debris in the corner, I completely stopped.

Blinking eyelashes, I can’t believe it.

Step forward, hand in hand with a covered mirror.

And then again and again, you’ll have to open the corner of that red silk cloth.

Not at all.

There’s no more glasses.

I took a step back.

Broken.

It’s a mess.

My thin lips trembled, and I thought of the loss of my trust, and my eyes crossed with a twilight.

It’s her!

The nails fall into the palms until they are calm enough to analyze the signs.

She couldn’t have known the mirror had magic.

It’s not possible to come to my room with your guts.

Who… directs her.

My mind flashed snow in the face.

But then he shakes his head, and I’m the only one who knows about the mirror, and he has no reason to do it.

Even if it doesn’t make sense, it’s still him.

I can’t help but be vigilant and think about these days, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.

What the hell are you doing?

The door was suddenly pushed.

I turn around.

What is wrong is a strange and familiar figure.

Snow?

Now he’s really “he”.

At last, the youths had fallen from the shackles of their long skirts, wearing white shirts and black pants with fine legs. The collar is half-cut, under the white neck, and the collarbone is hidden. Undecorated, even more so in the name of a long show.

The dark hair is tied to the back of the brain, and a few pieces fall on both sides of the cheek, and the long black eyelashes are immersed in thick ink, which cannot be described in words as sensational.

A warm, warm face with a warm smile.

Everything is so perfect.

If the blood on his body is omitted…

Snow saw me staring at the red stains on his clothes and laughing.

And he lifted up his garments, and he was tired in his speech: “Ah, sorry. I’m sorry.

“On the way, I ran into a little bug that upsets my mother, and that’s why it gets dirty. I’m sorry.

Huh…

Bugs.

You mean the woman who just ran out.

I bit my teeth and looked at the smile on his face, trying to see a little bit of emotion on his face.

But there’s nothing but that annoying laugh.

My heart sank and laughed.

In my opinion.

It’s because she said something was missing.

Now that everything is over, I do not wish to return to his sight.

Cold eyes to pierce him.

“Why are you looking at me like that? “Sky Snow showed a wounded look and slowly approached me.

“Where did I not do it well enough to make my mother angry?” He stopped near me, bit his lips, looked like an innocent deer.

The dark eyes were filled with unease, but they fell into my eyes, and I turned away, and looked away from him, and said nothing.

It seemed as though he had been in a state of indeterminateness, holding my hand with kindness.

It’s a little pale, “You’ve never been so cold before. “The power of the hand increases.

The cold felt in my hand, it just got annoying. And I broke one of his fingers, and ignored his darker eyes, and began to laugh, saying, “These days, when I was gone, I changed my face.” I’m sorry.

And We measured him slowly, from the beginning to the end, and We scoffed at him, saying, “No one can recognize it.” I’m sorry.

“What, is the dress uncomfortable? * I’m just watching the look on his face *

But after a long time, I didn’t see the reaction of my predecessors.

He performed in an exceptionally calm manner, such as a deep well, without waves and without an ups and downs. The fingertips that were broken were shivered slightly, and then fell back to their sides.

The low-mute sound carries an inexplicable emotion: “No.”

It says that the ear root is red on the neck and it’s weird.

My heart is incomprehensible.

“It was thanks to that day that I found myself different from my mother. I’m sorry.

“I’m not like my sister. I’m sorry.

What?

Why does he not understand what he says?

I waited for his next words, but I didn’t think the next words would give me the urge to slap him.

“When you’re in a coma, it’s tempting to look like a young man, with his head down in shame and his voice a little bit dumb, “and I went from head to to toe, from inside to out, to find out. I’m sorry.

I looked at him in cold, with no face, but I was trying to suppress the impulses and anger of my heart.

Of course I know what he says, and there is no forgiveness for a young man who understands, even if he does not mean to offend.

I smiled, but the laughter was unemotional, and there was no emotion. I’m sorry.

It’s not a question, it’s a yes.

It seems that if he says “yes”, I will release anger on him without hesitation.

I actually did.

Before he could speak, the sound of the crumbs sounded.

“Pop…”

Teen overhead.

I’ve got a swirling pain in my palm.

The heart is full of joy.

I don’t want to stay with him any longer.

I didn’t expect my wrist to sink, and then I spin.

And is not prepared to be brought into the arms of a fragrance.

And his arms were on me, and I did not struggle, and my eyes were silently crossed with a meanness.

Just listen to him lying in my ear, shaking and saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

But it didn’t touch my heart, and the glass fragments that were hidden between my sleeve slowly slipped into my hands.

He fell to his throat without hesitation, without being prepared for himself.

He did not worry at all, but came a few points closer, sharp and sharp, opening a shallow mouth on the skin of his white skin, and the blood sprouted.

“Let go of me.” I’m sorry.

This time, he let me go without saying a word until I got to the door and remained silent.

I threw out the red pieces of my hands.

People are afraid of dying.

When I took my last step, there were two guards outside the door, and I was stopped by the raw.

I stood there and didn’t react.

For a long time, look back to Snow.

Only his lips, a smile prepared.

In a few days, the palace has changed dramatically.

Snow White usurped his throne as king.

And I, to put it in perspective, was imprisoned.

The waiter next to him bowed and brought a cup of hot tea with roses.

“Put it here. I’m whispering.

She looked at me with care, and she left quietly and took the door.

While living as before, it also lost its freedom.

I blew a glass of lids and my mind flew out the window. The birds on the branches are always screaming.

“If you want to see a bird, I’ll get it. “I don’t know when I’m going to do this, but I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

A thin young man was in a fragrance with a dark gold cleavage and a fine cufflink. In the first place, there are precious jewels.

Who would have thought that, not long ago, she was still a red-faced princess, but now she’s glowing like a sun and she’s blinding.

But in my eyes…

Just eyeballs.

He took my place.

I tasted some tea and he didn’t care.

“It’s a pity you didn’t come to the coronation. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #libya #Feb14

The boy laughed and gently put his hand on my shoulder, ignored my disregard for him and spoke to himself.

“There’s one more thing I couldn’t tell you. * He’s lying low in my ear, a little heat spraying on his skin, a delicate atmosphere. *

“Please forgive me for saying that you are my queen…”

And my heart was fastened at the point of his speech.

No wonder, the look that the previous maid looked at me was so strange.

The word “my queen” is like a sharp sting in my heart, and I’m shaking with the hand of my china cup.

A kind of anger spreads at the heart. To tie me to my side with this identity, I should have slit him in the throat without hesitation.

Full of anger broke out in an instant and his china cup flew to him.

“Pop…”

The sound of the crumbs began to melt at the feet of the snow, and the cup was turned into sharp pieces that surrounded him.

He did not run away and let the tea go all over him. They were damp, and a few beads fell from their foreheads. It’s a little red and red under the white muscle. It’s a beauty of abuse.

There is no movement in my heart and even an unsettled anger.

“This tea’s not the right temperature. It’s awful. * I rise, cold against his eyes. *

Then he approached him, and drew upon him a thread of wet hair, and rounded his fingertips.

“I’m sick and I want to vomit.” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but feel the soft side of my heart.

He looked down and he didn’t move. Tight lips, not a word.

The mist covered his dark eyes, and the shivering eyelashes covered his emotions, as if he had been condensed, but could not speak.

My hand is standing in the middle of the air, and it is taken back in a rigid manner.

Just…

I admit I’m a little bit impatient and I want to touch his head.

The pale fingertips came out of the red, and I was cold-faced and left on his side.

So that’s it. I’m living like shit.

To say that there was a time when we had to fuck the country, now we just eat and have fun.

Until I met a young silverhead.

Those light blue eyes can’t help but think of my knight, Reedya.

When I saw him at first sight, I ran a bit crazy and grabbed him on his shoulder: “Redya! I’m sorry.

“I am the new servant.” * The sound is shaking *

“Nasia. He looked at me with care.

He does have something in common with Redya, but not exactly. Without the edges, much softer than running water.

Looking at his face, I can’t help but think of my knight and feel guilty and take a little bit of a look at him.

He was assigned to this garden to look after these beautiful roses.

I come here from time to time and I talk sometimes.

He makes people feel comfortable, like a morning in the woods, clean and clear. Especially those blue eyes that don’t see a stain.

It’s been a long time, and I realized he’s a good guy. Even though there was a barrier between the masters and servants, there was a great talk.

In a state of extreme relaxation, I ignored the hidden eyes…

Today I come to the garden as I used to be, and I will not see it.

The rose from the courtyard was yesterday.

I squished the petals, and I was confused.

Suddenly, the shoulder falls softly, and the silk cools.

“Who are you waiting for?” The familiar voice came from behind.

When you turn around, you look at the eyes of snow and smile like you know it.

And I hesitated for a while, and I did not conceal it: “The new servant who was in charge of the garden.” I’m sorry.

And he dazzled and dazzled, and a few threads of his forehead fell down, and his eyes dazzled, and he swept through the bottle of roses.

“What do you want with him? My queen. I’m sorry.

There’s no half a smile in the tone, and the word “Queen” is so heavy that it seems to be a deliberate reminder of my identity.

I will not be able to laugh, and I will pull the roses out of the bottle without mercy.

The thorns of the branches have been stripped down, with only tender and fragile petals.

“Of course he was punished. “It’s not half harsh in the tone.

And I looked down and did not care to make some of the poor roses: “The roses on the table have not changed today. I’m sorry.

And the white snow shines, and the red of it which has taken me from it continues to rage until it sees not what it is, and it turns out to be a smooth rading.

I can feel him venting his anger, but what is he angry about?

What do you mean?

I watched him throw a deformed rose on the floor.

The broken petals fell light and light on the ground, but they hit my heart very hard.

What was I thinking?

I was thinking.

Maybe I’ll never see him again.

That young angel.

…Nasraya.

Snow changed to the first smile, stepped on that little red red and approached me and held my hand: “Let’s go.” And some other days We sent for you a robin. I’m sorry.

He took care of himself and took me away, and smiled softly: “It is like you. I think you should like it.” I’m sorry.

And my feet are like rooting, obstinately staring at the little red on his feet.

I can see what God is thinking.

I’m not thinking about anything.

Just stare.

It feels so delicate. From the heart of Demmanyan, the insinuation is reborn, the limbs are stiff and the brain is paralyzed.

There’s a bunch of things that don’t know, piled up in the chest cavity, blocked and bored.

And the smile of Nasya is still in his head, and it is so naive, so pure, so light blue, so bright.

His voice was still in my ear, and it never faded.

“And every day, I will trade you a rose…

“A beautiful rose as thou art. I’m sorry.

Pity.

We’re done for today.

And stand before me in silence, and do not urge me. It’s just the tip of the finger.

A moment later, I broke his hand, crossed him, walked in front.

“Let’s go. I’m sorry.

I’m not saying anything.

In the bedroom.

Waiting for me is indeed a softly feathered robin, small, flute.

Snow said it was like me, but I didn’t see it.

When I looked at the metal bird cage, I suddenly felt like it.

I was silently raising the cage and walking to the window.

“Don’t you like it? I’m sorry.

Snow saw me free the bird, and the eyes followed me to the little figure that went away.

I didn’t answer him immediately, but wait for the robin to disappear completely.

A sense of weakness spreads from the bottom of the heart. You want to put it in jail because you like it?

I do not intend to say anything to him, nor do I expect him to understand it, but rather to ask about Nasya in a quiet manner.

“Did you make him leave the gardener? I’m sorry.

I looked out the window, and there was no face.

In fact, I already have an answer.

“Let’s leave.” The silver hair. “I didn’t let him leave…”

“After all, you seem to like him. I’m sorry.

I’m sure he sees all the interactions I’ve had with Natalia these days.

I thought about all the possibilities, but I didn’t tell him.

“If he dies, what will you do. I’m sorry.

He’s got him.

I stood in front of the window for a long time and I did not respond to him.

You’re holding your hands tight on the window, and you’re laughing. What else can I do?

“It’s just a servant. How can you be so delusional? I’m sorry.

I’ve swung dust that doesn’t exist, as if I didn’t care: “What does it matter to me whether I live or die?”

“Why ask me? I’m sorry.

The snow blinked, and a mad smile was turned on his lips, and he cuddled his hand: “Then give him to my little pet.”

“Live toys I think it’ll be happy. “He looked me in the eyes and wondered if he could see anything.

And I am in a state of calm, but my heart has already been burned by fire, and it has spread to my body.

I know what he’s talking about. I’ve seen it.

It’s an eye that only kills a lion.

If Nasya is thrown into that bastard’s land, it will tear it to pieces alive!

I can’t imagine what happened to him in that cruel scene.

The nails fell into the palms, and they were passed on. It was almost the bite of the teeth that he said, “Then call me to my eyes.”

“Look how your little pet skinned people.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t see how the Queen still has that kind of fun.” I’m sorry.

I don’t talk to him anymore.

As soon as he left, I searched the locks of Nasaya.

As he was still in office, he was well informed of his whereabouts.

The palace dungeon.

The door was guarded by two new guards who were stopped at once.

“Don’t let anyone else in! I’m sorry.

I wooed out my eyebrows, deliberately lifted out my shelf, and said, “Someone else?

“Look who you stopped.

“Don’t you want to live? “It is only at this point that I will recognize my identity.

“…See the Queen. I’m sorry.

They look at each other and seem to hesitate.

“My pet’s in jail. Can’t you see it? I’m sorry.

“No… just…”

I didn’t wait till they were finished. I hit them and they wouldn’t stop.

It comes with a thick smell of blood, and with rusty corruption, I’m walking.

It is as if the iron door, covered in darkness, could not see the end.

My heart is full of fear, my teeth close and my heavy steps continue.

Until I finally saw it, the young man who had lost his original face and was bloody, like a broken rose that day was brutally destroyed.

A sense of weakness spreads from the heel, and it doesn’t seem to hold back, and I’m moving forward. I feel guilty all the time.

If it wasn’t for me…

He wouldn’t have been so close to me.

It’s me, it’s me who killed him…

Just looking at that face like Lydia, I just…

My thoughts have never been so messy, and the faces of Nasya and Riedéa have been flashing through my mind.

And I walked in front of him, and I went madly to pull the ropes tied to the youth, and I didn’t care that the rough ropes had a red mark on my hand, just to untie the youth.

He seemed to wake up passively and moved his fingers hard. I also managed to pull the rope and let the teenager slip to my shoulder.

“Come on, let’s go. The sound of weakness is in the ears.

“Get out of here. ‘He had a shivering lips, and he saw me at the first glance, and his eyes were an accident, and he pressed me to leave.’

“Don’t talk. “I began to examine his wounds, extracting a bottle of medicine from his sleeves, and caressing his wounds.

It was as if he was suffering from severe pain, which was so deep that it burned my eye.

I really didn’t expect them to do this hard.

Nasya pushed me so hard I didn’t move.

His blue eyes have lost their former spirits, covered by a haze, and it seems that he saw me not because of bitterness.

It was like I was determined.

“I’m taking you away. I’m sorry.

..to beg for Snow?

The fingernails fell deeper into the flesh, looking at the wounded teenagers in front of them.

It took me a while to calm down before I realized how ridiculous it was.

Please?

A sarcasm and laughter is on the lips.

I’m laughing, laughing at myself, laughing at myself too useless.

Laughing for his power, so easily taken away.

And I can’t do anything without the power and the mirror.

The back of the tusks is close to each other, and there’s a whisper of silence in the teeth.

The eyes of those who look back and faint in pain are a little more determined.

If you can’t get people out of the way, then turn the bag.

“I hear you’ve been very fond of people with blue eyes and silver hair lately. I’m sorry.

Long table.

Snow sits across the street, with his hands lazy with his head and a gentle smile on his face. Like a random question.

I sink my eyes.

In recent days, he has seen me more and more frequently, so that I cannot so quickly select the best candidate to replace Natsya.

I thought about it. I didn’t know he was up to me.

Cold fingers to stir my chin and strangle my lips.

“If I become like that,

“Are you the one who’ll give me more attention? “It’s not like it’s the same thing, but it’s not like it’s the same.

And We humbled Our eyes upon him, and upon them were as dark as the eyes of the abyss.

Beholding the dark tide hidden in his eyes, as though it would swallow me with my bones.

“I love blue.”

“Blue eyes… no dust. Clean, nice.

The moment when the words were dropped, the snow somehow got to breathe.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it on his eyes.

“Is my eyes not good? I’m sorry.

And he shuddered his lips and was pale, and repeated: “My eyes are not good? I’m sorry.

Beyond the silence, I appreciate the pain that has been exposed to former teenagers, and the eyes can be described as indifference.

He’s been so excited, he’s holding me in his arms. The fragrance of the fragrance enters the nasal cavity.

The neck is the smell of youth disorder, with dark hair rubbing on the cheeks with a little itching.

The wet, hot nose sprayed on the skin and then listened to what he whispered in my ear.

But I heard only the following two words. He said, “Then I will give you their eyes in a bottle.”

“Do you like it? “The snow is looking up, the panic just passed away, and the smile of nature on the lips seems to be waiting for my answer.

It’s in my eyes, and it’s so weird.

The black eye under the eyelashes is a pathological madness that cannot be concealed.

I don’t know how I’ve spent so much time with people like that.

But it’s all a matter of necessity.

I laughed a little too much. I don’t know what I’m laughing at. It’s just the sour feeling in my throat.

“No, no, no, I’m telling you not to do that.

“It’s disgusting, it’s sticky in a bunch of eyes. “I kept laughing and interrupted what he had to say.

Why can’t it stop, it’s funny to see Snow’s sad face now, but why is the sour feeling getting worse?

I don’t know.

When I returned to the bedroom, I called a few teenagers.

They all share common features, silver-haired blue eyes and tragic lifetimes.

In a slum that is beyond the jurisdiction of the Kingdom, these young people will die at any time because of cold hunger.

So the ones that are ahead, they’re all voluntary.

I promised them that if they were chosen, they would guarantee the food and clothing of his family.

They know exactly what will happen to them, but they will also fight for their families for the rest of their lives.

A group of young men dressed in clothes, shaking their bodies and lying on their faces.

And We commanded them to look up, and the sight slowly swept through that face, and fell upon the young man at the end.

It’s very similar, but who cares?

You can choose him.

The next day, I took him to the dungeon.

The youths were wearing long black fights, hooded with eyebrows and a box in their hands.

I looked at him, and I couldn’t help but think that he was too calm.

The doorman stopped us, but with more respect than before.

“See the Queen…”

I did not give them half of my eyes, and my lips were cold: ‘The man in it is dying. Know what the king commands.’ I’m sorry.

“Lively, his pet will have fun. I’m sorry.

I said, “Move! I’m sorry.

And it was clear that the guard standing behind him was retreating, and We passed over him.

He was then stopped by another guard and asked to see the boxes he was carrying.

“It’s just some gin. It’s not until we’re clear that we’re in.

“Are you afraid? * Go to the depths of darkness and the smell of corruption.

The young man on his side was not afraid, knowing that it was worse to meet him than death…

The boy was silent until the iron door was opened.

He’s like a leaky leather ball, and his tiny sobbing’s in his ears.

It’s a big contrast to the calm that just happened.

I cannot help but lament and look at Nasya, who is still in a coma: “If I regret it, go now.” I’m sorry.

After all, I have no right to interfere with their ultimate choice.

“I don’t regret it.

“Not afraid.

“I have made my resolve and I ask you to do so so that my family will never again suffer from hunger. “He stares at me and wants my word again.

I looked after the former teenager, complicated. His eyes were full of tears and his body was shaking, but his words were very firm.

“Don’t worry. I’m sorry.

He removed the black robe and put it on Nasya. He then cut several deep and shallow mouths on his naked skin, with blood flowing without a word.

I held Nasya from his hand and looked at the boy. His face had been calmed and there was no emotion in his light blue eyes. He sits against a cold wall, looks at a god and seems to be thinking.

I couldn’t stand to interrupt, maybe, thinking about his family.

The footsteps were echoing in the dark and dark passages, and Nasya was not fully awake, and I was working hard.

But if he wakes up, he won’t think about it and come out with me… and by his nature, he won’t let anyone else suffer for him.

And I was so careful to save him, to bring him out without even asking him if he wanted to…

I admit I’m selfish, and I’m just trying to get rid of the guilt of the heart, even the one with Reedya.

Of course, there’s also a problem… It’s not snow that’s going to hold him and throw him at the lion, so I’m going to get him out.

“Crazy, crazy!” I made a lot of noise on purpose to make the doorman understand, “It’s crazy.

“What are you waiting for? “And We cried out to the two guards who were still in the land, and were unable to think, and took those who were covered in their hoods.”

I shot my hands, and I pretended, “I can’t believe there’s still a man in there, and the doctor was attacked while he was drugged. Did you hear anything outside?

“What a failure. I’m sorry.

And when they were cold, I laughed and said, “Forget it,” and pointed to the slightly clumsy guard.

“You, take people to the back garden. I’m sorry.

After the guards left, it was just me and Nasya in the garden.

I can’t be safe for a moment.

I wonder if all this went too well to scare me… but it doesn’t rule out the two guys at the door being too stupid.

Nasya woke up at dusk.

The youths remain in place when they open their eyes.

For a very long time, he shuddered his eyelashes and rose up with a stone post behind him, and humdled over the wound.

He looked around and eventually looked at me.

Nasya’s eyes were too calm to see me.

They looked at each other, and no one spoke first, and he fell down on his knees on his knees.

“Please let me go back.” I’m sorry.

I looked down at Nasya’s head, and I was silent and I didn’t do anything until I smelled a bloodthirsty nose.

“Get up and talk, your wound is broken. I’m sorry.

“Please let me go back.” I’m sorry.

Repeating the last sentence, the sound shivering.

“Go back? I can’t help but laugh, and you just want to die?

“I’ve taken you out of prison with all my heart.” “I looked at the young man who was standing in front of me, and I walked away. Picking roses on the side and sitting at the table.

“No…” A young man on his face, with long, long silver hair burning in the red sun. “I just don’t want anyone to help me.”

“Are you always awake? We interrupted him and his eyes fell on him.

Nasya looked up, and the light blue eyes seemed to be covered with a thin fog, which gave him some insight into his current emotions.

He was silent and then he said, “Yes or no.” The body couldn’t move at that time, left a little blurry. I’m sorry.

I laughed and threw the roses at him.

“You go. I’m sorry.

He’s still not moving.

And We cast down our eyes, and rose up from the seat: “The young man who was in your place, for the rest of his family, was free from fear.”

“He’s voluntary. It wasn’t all bad for him. I went to him step by step, and I kneeled before him, “You don’t need to feel guilty. I’m sorry.

Nasya frowned, moved his lips and said something. I grabbed his chin.

“What about you?” You didn’t do anything wrong, did you?

“I was wrong. I’m sorry.

Hear his answer, I have a moment’s twilight.

And in the back of his ear he spoke with hesitation: “I should not have transgressed the law … but tried to approach you.” I’m sorry.

And We looked at his face, but he was pale, and his lips shuddered.

“I’m not a servant of the garden…” He said, “I’m afraid to look elsewhere.

I caught him in the eye, and I didn’t want to know what he meant by “pretense.” All I know is that it takes a tough way to get him out of here.

And We squeezed our hands, and laughed, and made a sarcastic sarcasm of our lips: “Oh, you are holding such thoughts.”

“That’s disgusting.

“I’m still stupid. I knew I wouldn’t bother to save you. I’m sorry.

Every word I say, his face is white and my sleeves are shivering with his fingers out.

He looked down and said, “I’m sorry.” The whole man is like a piece of paper, and he is weak.

“Go away, don’t want to see you. In fact, I had already arranged for him to leave before it was completely dark.

Otherwise, when Snow returns, it will be difficult.

I turned his hand in cold, and I stood up and walked away, and I fell out of his sight, staring closely at his direction.

Nasya finally got up and shivered towards the door of the back garden, moving slowly, and finally stopped at the door.

The black shadow hesitated for a while, and there seemed to be no courage to look back, to pause for a long time and eventually to leave in my eyes.

Go as far as possible…

Snow’s been back late today, and I don’t know what to discuss outside.

But what does that have to do with me?

As I was going to sleep, I had a cold touch of ice with softness on my forehead.

I shivered my eyelids, and opened my eyes to Snow’s magnified face, and the other side was one.

The weak candles shook, and he covered his lips with a thin red on his face, which was like a shame to steal a family.

“Ah, wake you up…”

I looked at him silently.

Until he fell down again, tenderly, and the kiss that fell upon my lips was not white, “Sleep!” I’m sorry.

“There is a surprise for you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

And when he woke up in the morning, he found himself in panic, and looked at him, and the snow fell asleep.

My hands held tight on my waist and strangled in a very insecure band.

And We broke his hand, and he did not break it, but he took it even deeper.

And when he breathed in his neck, and with the breath of herbs, it was the fragrance of every precaution.

And We shrunk back, and the shade of snow came down with the dim white face, and the fiery eyelashes shook, and then opened their eyes, and they were dazzled.

“Mother Queen sleeps for a while.” He said he took me in his arms.

I was suffocated with heat and my nose touched his chest, filled with his scent.

He hasn’t woken up yet, has he?

Think of what he said last night about surprises.

Anyway, I didn’t expect much.

And when the snow wakes, I shall be put on a black dress which he chose for me, with a blooded velvet on his shoulder, and a magic smelt. It’s the same as his.

He touched my hair softly, and twirled his fingertips, “It’s beautiful.

“Beautiful enough to hide you. “The kisses fell in the neck, and his ears were whispering.

Can I see the black shadow in the mirror between the young and the young, even though he is more visible, and the flowers are dim.

It took a long time to take me to see what was called a surprise.

He blindfolded my eyes with silk belts and led me to the unknown.

In the dark, he steps down and steps on the path of the stone, and he holds my hand a few points. And at this moment my heart is deeply troubled.

Because of the stone-filled road, only the tampon. That’s where the lion is.

Is that what he said about surprises?

It’s really not good enough.

I didn’t know that…

There came a number of different screams in the ears, tearing apart my heart and my heart, breaking my heart, and the roaring of the lion passed through my ear.

No, why are there so many?

If he had surprised me, as he had said earlier, simply tossed his servants to the lion, then only the young man who had been replaced should have heard.

But now I’m sure there are more than three.

My heart was pounding, and my hand was stretched out of a silk belt covering the sight, but it was stopped by snow.

“Take it easy, it’s not there yet. ”The warm breath is in my ear, but there is a sign of coolness behind me.

I can’t imagine what’s happening, and I suddenly have no courage to face it.

On the steps, I can feel my own tremors.

When the sound of the surroundings was low, and it was about to return to peace, the snow lifted up my silk belt.

And We stood on the high stage, looking down, and the red burst into my eyes, and opened in the lower of their eyes, one blooded,

And when the bottom of my heart was breached, We called the young men who were immersed in the blood pool that day. Their silver hair is already red, their skins are open and their bones are visible, and the beast licks the remains.

I turned around with my fingertips shivering, and a loud and sharp sound, and I almost did my best to hit him in the face.

His white neck drew a beautiful arc in the air, and I shot him in the head, and his hands gave him hot sacks.

I’m staring at the old man like I’ve poisoned him.

The desire to push him out of his mind…

Or jump on his own and see what kind of look he had on his face.

The white snow has a red mark on its unblemished cheeks, and the pupils are shivering very thinly, as if they were a bit confused.

And We breathed, and in our ears came his low smile, and awakened Me in the midst of it.

“Don’t be angry. Then my hands were put on my shoulder, and my body was rotated to my front, and it was re-oriented to the radiant red, and something went up in the stomach.

Only in the middle of the circle field, a stage is gradually rising, but the people on it are familiar.

…Nasya?

I kept my eyes open and I repeatedly confirmed that my heart was at the end of the day.

It was determined that that person was Nasya.

I moved my lips and my dry throat couldn’t send anything. And he turned back with no power over the breasts of those who were behind him.

He held his hands tight on me, his chin gently on my shoulder, and his gentle voice sounded.

“Save people in a dungeon is not easy. I’m sorry.

I’m a stiff, so he knew it from the beginning.

He is now king, too, and what can escape his eyes?

“Why didn’t you stop me at first? I’m sorry.

You think I’m a fool and I’m glad I’m doing this for nothing? I watched Nasya in the middle of the scene, watching the lion walk towards him and my heart hangs.

“I think it’s time to give you a sense of accomplishment. * He kissed me in the ear and said what I hated *

My brain was blank when the lion screamed, and suddenly he jumped at Nasya.

Blood blooms in an instant, sprouts, and in despair he looks at me.

They were also immersed in a silk red, without fear, without fear, and his thin lips moved, and fell down. I didn’t know what he had said at the last minute, but it stinged my eyes.

I’m going too far and I can’t watch. My hands are red.

The blood of the air was stinging, followed by silence.

For a very long time, snow leaned its forehead on my shoulder, as if it conveyed its vulnerability.

“I can feel you being with him and being with me is different. * He’s got a little tremor with his dumb voice and he’s holding my hand even tighter. *

“I’m afraid that he will take you away, even if he is a servant. I’m jealous. I’m so jealous. His body was shaking and his voice was mute.

And then there was this madness: “Just kill him.” Of course not…”

And We untied him, and heard him not speak, and turned and interrupted him: so come in this way.

And at the same time he turned to the black eyes of the mist, and the redness of their eyes, and the tears of their eyes fell at any time. Trying to impress me?

And I looked at his tiny pupils and filled his words with indifference: “I hate you even more. I’m sorry.

The snow stood still and looked at me.

“My approach makes you sick? He’s blind, like he’s talking to himself. It’s like a dead, broken puppet.

And I smiled, and I reached out with my hand and put his hair in his ear in pieces, and I opened my mouth without mercy: “You are a man who disgusts me even more. I’m sorry.

In fact, if he didn’t interfere with me from the beginning, I wouldn’t have treated him seriously.

But he touched my bottom line again and again, and it’s very annoying.

He moved his shivering lips and suddenly came up with a sentence, “You like him?” I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

What makes him think that? What do you see?

This is ridiculous.

I’m tired of arguing with him, and now I think he’s crazy. Lifting his feet from his side and being pulled by one hand.

“Where to go?” He seemed insecure and held my hand tight.

“Where are we going?”

“Go somewhere without you. Look upset.

The smell of silk and blood in the air, the smell of my nasal cavity, the frowning of my eyebrows, the insinuation of the bodies of the teenagers, the images of them being torn to shreds, have been sorely branded in their minds.

I just wanted to go back to my bedroom and calm down, but I didn’t think Snow would be wrong.

“You want to leave the palace, leave me, right? I’m sorry.

Leave?

Where else would I go besides staying in this palace?

“Let go. “I am indifferent and insatiable.

He’s got more and more power, and his wrists are stinging, like he’s gonna crush his wrist.

“Don’t…”

“Please, don’t go…”

His face is getting paleer and he bites his shiver lips.

I don’t know what kind of situation he is, but I know he’s scared of losing me.

As soon as the mocking began to turn open, I said evilly: “Go away and you will never see me.” * Say it, go see the face on the snow. *

But it’s too late to see it. It’s getting darker.

Then he heard only the one who was with him: “If it is not possible to keep you,

“It’s nice to be tied around. I’m sorry.

And when I woke up, I found myself lying in the former place of rest, all around and all but a few things.

Cold shackles, shackling my feet and wrists. The chain I’ve been given is the range I can move in this room.

I’m staring at my own shackles without an expression, laughing at my heart, and it’s gone.

The anger, irritation and frustration of the past have disappeared and have been replaced by numb fatigue and a sense of inability to climb and immerse.

I looked up to the windowsill, with red roses in the bottle and petals shaking with the wind. And the images of that time were flashing in their minds, as if the youths were still hearing, and the rose was more radiant than red.

I came out of bed and tried to touch the rose in the wind. And finally, the chain pulled my feet, and I couldn’t reach it.

So I dragged the chain back to my bed, and I looked out the window in silence. Once a few birds are taken, the sight follows them, with thoughts…

To know when and how many more men were in front of him, an annoying figure.

I did not give him half my eyes until he would squeeze a rose into my face, but it was in my eyes, only the smile on his lips.

It’s so annoying. It’s ironic.

It’s really… it’s really hot.

And We turned his hand open, and after the sound of the crumbs, there was a blemish of red.

He was about to step on it, but he stopped it, and the white toes were closely guarded by the man, and the cold was stimulating my nerves through the skin.

“Don’t step…the sting hasn’t been stripped.” I’m sorry.

And We laughed, and did not hesitate to kick him, and folded our legs, and looked down at the king who would bow down before me. He took a few steps and then picked up a bunch of roses and went to the window table to replace them.

And when We watched his back long and long, We began to ludicrously overwhelm him.

He turned around and had his first smile on his face, strangely less strutting. But the cold and hard stuff attached to me woke me up and couldn’t relax for a moment.

He walked towards me and sat on my side.

We’re all silent.

Snow lifted its own palms, and the white palms were pierced by flowers, leaving a shallow shadow. The dark eyes are out of their minds, like thinking of something happy and smiling.

I couldn’t help but look at him.

“I feel so happy. And suddenly he looked at me and said, “The fingertips were round my hand.”

“It would be better if we didn’t part for a moment. “The snow whispers, inciting the long feathers to look at me.

“Are you happy?” I’m sorry.

Happy?

Is there anything to be happy about?

Is it broken mirrors, usurped thrones, killed Nasya… or is it chained to itself?

And We raised our eyes, and faced those who were with them, We were dilated with patience until they disappeared.

“Absolutely…” and he fell down, and he was sulking, “You still wanted to leave me.” I’m sorry.

“Who do you want to go?” I’m sorry.

“Nasia? “But he’s dead.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know when I gave him this illusion, but since it made him feel bad, I won’t explain.

Slinging his hand, surprised him with his next move. Snow squeezed my head, and his lips turned up.

The sound of the chain colliding awakened me, and I responded deliberately to him and pushed him away with all my might in the moment of his slacking: “Get lost! Get out! “I was hysterically yelling at the snow.

And he leaned on his head, and he dazzled his hair, and his pale fingertips shivered. I can’t see the emotions in his eyes.

In the end, he was silent, and he was afraid to move forward half a mile and left in my anger, and closed the door gently.

He’s been with me every day since then.

Most of the time it was silence, we didn’t talk much, I sat quietly, and he sat quietly.

But gradually, his words changed.

I ignored him, ignored him and ignored him repeatedly, and he remained pleased to speak, even though he never received a response.

He seems to think I can’t get away with it? Carefully touched by the wanton plundering of me and marked every place in me.

And his love, like a maggots, devoured the soul and body of my body day and night, and my soul was sharpened, and the last string of reason was broken.

I said I wanted to go out, and he held me in his arms and said he didn’t want to lose me…

He also prepared a new pair of shackles for me, saying it wouldn’t hurt.

He said if I wanted to hear him call the queen, I could hear him anytime.

He also said that a princess from a neighbouring country was a princess and asked me if I would be jealous and kill her if I was jealous.

I don’t know.

In fact, from the day he put me in prison, I couldn’t promise what would happen next.

Since he kept me in extreme paranoia, I would return it in extreme paranoia.

Into this fairy tale, my heart has changed, and it has become distorted, as if it were to be integrated into this world of snow madness.

At first I thought, after the play, he was his princess and waited for a kiss of his true love. I am my queen, and the joy of the enjoyment of rights can never be expected today.

It’s funny and ironic … After all, which one of the bad guys in the fairy tales ends as well?

In the early morning, I changed my dress for me before snow.

Look at the windowsill, the rose that is about to die, and wait for him to knock on my door.

When snow came in, I sat still by the bed, as usual, and looked out the window.

He used to come to my side and make up for me. Ice-cold fingers rubbed my neck, enjoying control over me.

Snow picks up a red hair, and the nostrils of their noses are lightly smelling of already contaminated fragrance. A smile on his lips.

The breath on my body was already integrated with him, as if it were a sign of encroachment he had deliberately left.

Like a puppet who has lost his soul, his eyes are empty and his eyes are empty.

My energy has long been exhausted to the point where I don’t want to move, think, think.

“Look at me.”

And his hands touched my cheek, and his lips dazzled, and his lips were silent: “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! I’m sorry.

His pain and cry came from his ears.

He turned his back on my face and wished to put my sight upon him.

He did it, I finally looked at him. He is about to return to the smile of his lips, but he is not left behind at all, when he touches the second of my sight.

Instead, Zhang lost consciousness.

And the white snow became whiter in the eyes of the pupils, and the shivering lips spread out: “No, no, don’t look at me like this!” I’m sorry.

He said, “The platitude of the white finger points against my lips, and he tried to show a radon.”

Are you kidding yourself?

And look at his frightful colour, and the water that is hidden in his eyes.

And We laughed, as he wished, and touched his head softly.

Only I know how fake my smile is.

Snow first started with a cloud of confusion, shock and joy, and he jumped into my arms, rubbing like a cat.

I opened my mouth in his ear: “Can you help me remove the shackles first? I’m sorry.

He looked up, and his eyes were restless. And I made a sound of it: “I will not go, I will stand here.” “The face and sound on the face are more gentle than ever.”

“Why be afraid that I am yours and I will always be…”

Snow seems to be struggling and hesitant.

Until I touched his face, and said to him, “Will you untie him and wear him in pain? I’m sorry.

He finally freed me.

There’s no cold and hard shackles, easy for a while. I looked out the window, and I looked back.

“I have a surprise for you today.” I’m sorry.

Surprise…

And We covered his eyes with a cloth prepared in advance, and he cooperated unexpectedly.

Count to 10. And We tied it, and We whispered in his ear, and drew it from him without hesitation.

He felt something and held my hand uneasy.

He moved his lips, but he said nothing.

I went to the force that came in between my wrists, ” Count.” I’m sorry.

After the silence, his voice finally sounded behind him.

“One, two, three, four…”

I walk to the window.

“Five, six, seven…”

I’m on top.

“Eight, nine…”

He’s ripping the cloth.

“Ten. I’m sorry.

My eyes slammed, and I turned back.

The loss of weight caused the last rose petal to fall, and the sun pierced my blood.

I think this is the end I chose for myself.

She stood high and looked at me, and I wanted time to stop at that moment.

She never smiled at me like that.

This is the first time.

And for the last time.

Mother?

I was standing there and whispered the sound that belonged between us, the closest name.

It’s like I’m stuck with something. I’m staring at the window, trying to wait for the guy.

Until the pain is sore that the eye is so tightly wrapped that the eyes are covered with a blur.

I looked down.

It was only then that I realized the sad fact that no matter what I called her, there would be no response.

In response to me, only the cold wind of the cheeks through the window.

It’s like there’s a rock in my heart, falling flat and fast, and then there’s a bang in the chest.

A second after calm, the heart is crawled and eaten by millions of ants.

There’s nothing left to eat.

I looked again at the windowsill, and the shivering lips squeaked, and I cried again and again.

It’s a dumb sound that comes out of the teeth.

It’s like a thick rust in the throat, and when you try to open your mouth, you can’t make a sound.

I moved the pale fingertips, and for a moment I was trying to grab her and grab the figure that slipped out of my sight.

Then held firmly in her hand, without giving her a chance to escape.

But I couldn’t get my feet up.

If she had wings so good.

I suddenly thought.

It’s like the robin I gave her earlier.

The one who was driven away.

At least it won’t fall so silent. Maybe someday you’ll feel sorry for me and fly back to see me?

And the palm of the hand has been marked with a deep finger, but the pain is not enough to dispel my unrealistic paranoia.

Mother.

You know what?

Just now, I’ve fantasized about how many times we meet again.

We’ll see each other again, won’t we?

And with a little hope, and a numbing thought, and then We turned on our lips and made a very ugly smile.

I don’t think our meeting will be so good.

Because I’d probably have no hesitation in choosing to lock you in a cage.

After all, I’m such a selfish person.

It rings in empty rooms, and then it turns into a pale sound.

It’s like I’m all of a sudden on my knees with no support.

I bowed on my back, and my hands and feet were cold and stiff, but I couldn’t help it.

Are you scared or angry?

I don’t know.

Why lie to me?

It was agreed to stand here.

Why don’t you kill me…

I naively thought that the so-called surprise was killing me.

She hates me so much, will she laugh like that when she kills me?

At least lie in her arms and wait for the blood to run out.

Not now…

Consciousness is gradually being usurped, and I am suffocated by despair.

I regret it.

Didn’t jump with her.

The moment that you fall into the ground, you may integrate into her flesh and blood and stay with her forever.

But if I die, who will take care of my queen’s body?

And We removed all the roses from the garden and stripped them of the thorns, even though my hands had already been cut and bleeding, and I kept moving.

And cast down one, two, three…

She’s still so beautiful.

And I smiled and touched the woman in the crystal coffin softly, and the hair of the red flames melted with the roses, and it was difficult.

She’s the only one who belongs to me, and she’s covered up with roses, and her body’s rotting.

And when the last rose petals were lost.

I lay in the coffin with her forever.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.