Fairest of them all.

I always loved stories, ever since I was a child. My mother would sit me in her lap, wrapped in the folds of her cloak and skirt, hold me close, and tell me tale after tale. She told me most often of the one of my namesake, one of a pale girl, with skin white as mine. This girl, however, had a sister as I did not. Her sister Rose Red looked little like her. The sister was a bright girl with apples in her cheeks, scarlet glint in her hair. She was small and full of energy, charismatic and easily won the love of any around her. She had pink cheeks, freckled skin, and eyes the color of the sky. That was their only similarity, those eyes. Snow White was tall and fair, not a spot on her skin, with hair blacker than night. She was quiet, gentle, and made friends with far less ease than her sister. I could have been her twin.

( Fairest of them all )