Thoughts Of An Evil QueenI turned the key to the dungeon. When the door creaked open, I shoved the rusty key back into my pocket and wiped my hands with a handkerchief. I can't stand getting dirt on my hands; it reminds me of when I worked and toiled on my father's farm since I could walk. When he died, I had nothing left to do but leave his farm to the elements and pursue what would make me truly happy.
'That little brat has never seen a day's work in her life.' I thought as I descended the dark staircase into the secret chamber I kept to myself.
I was twenty when the Queen had her precious babe. The perfect little cherub who had skin as white as snow, lips red as blood and hair black as ebony. I envied this child even then and I hadn't seen her yet. It was where my repulsive obsession began.
I knew I had to get myself closer to her and when the Queen died in childbirth, I made my move and married the grieving King. I had my riches but this girl had my youth! Not only was she beautiful and graceful but also p