Too bad Snow White and the Huntsman was taken! :) I’m joking! I like my title… I bet you know what’s coming up!!! Another speculative fiction! Woo! This time, I’m not going to base it off of any certain one’s version. I’m to make this one as much as my own as I possibly can, but that may be hard considering that there are so many versions! Enjoy :) By the way, her name is Album because that is Snow in Latin. :)
A blanket of pure white snow-covered the castle grounds and had not yet been disturbed. Album looked out her window and smiled for she loved the snow, and this was the first snow of the season. She turned around and walked out of her spacious room. The hallway was cold and the servants were bustling around to all of the rooms to light fires. Album could not wait to step into the snow.
As she stepped outside, she let out a sigh of relief. It had been a long hot summer, and now it was to be a cold winter. Her bare feet stepped into the snow and immediately started to sting but she did not care. She walked along the snow-covered path and she admired a lone red rose among the barren landscape. “How peculiar..” she thought. She went to pick the beautiful rose but stopped when a thorn pricked her finger. She cursed and sucked on the finger, but not before three droplets of blood fell to the white snow.
Her finger was bleeding more than it should have, she had merely been pricked by the thorn. However, her finger was bleeding as if she had severed it. She walked back to the castle with her finger in her mouth. She went through the great doors and ran into her father. “Album! Your lips are as red as blood. What happened?”
“That damned rose out there. I went to pick it and it pricked my finger. Cursed thing won’t stop bleeding.” She continued to suck, and wondered why it had not stopped bleeding yet.
“A lady should not talk like that. Go and see the nurse; she’ll help you.” Album nodded and set out to find the nurse, whom she did not care for. As she walked down the hallway, the servants would quickly find a new route so that they would not cross paths with her. She turned a corner sharply and found the nurse helping a small boy with a scrapped knee.
“Nurse! My finger; it won’t stop bleeding.” The small boy quickly got off of his chair and ran down the hallway away from Album. The nurse motioned for her to sit down on the chair, and Album did so.
“Let’s see it,” the nurse reached for her hand and Album jerked it back.
“That hurt! Don’t hurt me,” she scowled.
“Oh, I barely touched it. Give it here,” the nurse grabbed her wrist and abruptly brought it close to her. The blood was now spilling over and landing on the floor in small droplets for Album had not sucked on it for a few seconds. “I’ll put a bandage on it try to make it stop bleeding. But you shall live to tell the tale.” The nurse gave her a condescending smile.
Album jerked her arm back and grunted as she left the nurse. She then went back to her room to change out of her nightdress.
“Father, you barely know this woman. Do you really think you should be marrying her?” Album was sitting in a large lounge chair in her father’s bedroom. The king was putting on his most expensive clothes and was about to don his crown.
“Album, I love her. I know that your mother’s death has been a shock for the both of us, but Stella will be good for both us. And I know her well, we were friends while your mother was still alive.” He was straightening his crown now.
“More like you were sleeping with her.” Album mumbled.
“I heard that, young lady. And I do not appreciate your accusations. We were simply friends.”
“Is that why mother killed herself? Because you loved another woman and not her? Is that why you two were always fighting?”
The king slammed his fists down onto his vanity. “I have had it. Leave, now. And put on a proper dress. You know it’s disrespectful to wear black to a wedding.”
Album stood up and left the room with no intentions of changing her dress.