Skin white as snow cursed with the name of Blanche, a gift from a mother I lost too early to death to remember.
Years later, I received a real curse from a woman I loved, a woman who abandoned me for power, a throne, and my father. She reduced me to rags, driving me away from her.
I tried to create a life away with seven dwarfs, not as a princess, but a person. My treacherous love hunted me down once, revealing the sour jealousy in the hard little green apple of her heart. She tricked me into taking a bite of it, making me believe she’d forgiven me.
No amount of remorse could remove the enchantment upon me. It was one of the dwarfs, a better father to me than my own who released me, only to fall at my feet, dead, at seeing what he’d released.
More ghost or vampire than witch, I haunted my former home, stalking the innocence blooming within it, ready to pluck her when she ripened.
What a surprise, to transform into a Briar after being Blanche for far too long, the Fairest of Them All. It’s quite a tale, brought about by the very flower I intended to pluck.
What tale is this I tease you with? See if you can follow the links back to my story…
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