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They warned her long before she understood the meaning of fear.Not in shouts or threats—those are crude tools—but in gentle voices, in lullabies stitched with caution, in stories told by the hearth with endings that were always left unfinished. The elders of the castle spoke as if the woods were alive, as if they leaned closer when spoken of too loudly. They said the forest was older than the castle stones, older than names, older than memory itself.“Do not wander past the iron gate.”“Do not answer voices you do not know.”“And above all,” he...
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They will never ask why I did what I did. They will only ask how monstrous I must have been to dare. So I will write it myself. I did not want to be loved. Love is fickle. Love is lazy. Love crowns children and calls it destiny. I wanted to be fair. I wanted to rule with balance—measured hands, open eyes, judgment unclouded by charm or softness. A kingdom cannot be governed by beauty. Yet beauty is what they worshipped. From the moment Snow White was placed into my arms, I felt it—the wrongness. Seven years old, wrapped in white linen, h...
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