Fairest of All: A Tale of the Wicked Queen (Villains) by Disney Book Group & Serena Valentino

Author:Disney Book Group & Serena Valentino [Group, Disney Book & Valentino, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Illustrated Novel
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2012-02-14T05:00:00+00:00

The Queen had taken to her bed for many weeks after the funeral. She felt conflicted about refusing Snow when she came to visit. She wanted so desperately to comfort the girl, but she could not. Seeing the child only reminded her of her husband. His eyes seemed to look at her from Snow’s face. And similarly, seeing the Queen in this state would surely disturb the poor girl.

But it wasn’t only Snow. Since the King’s death, the Queen had refused all visitors, save one. Verona had been ever at the Queen’s side, pleading with her to get out of doors and into the sunshine.

“My Queen, won’t you see your daughter today?” Verona pleaded. “Perhaps you can take a walk about the grounds. She misses you terribly. It’s been weeks since you’ve emerged. She loves Uncle Marcus, Aunt Viv, and the Huntsman, but she needs you.”

“I’m not up to it just yet, Verona,” the Queen responded.

“Very well. Remember me whenever you are in your darkest moments. I will be here for you whenever I am called upon.”

“I know, sister. And I am grateful for it. Now please, let me be.”

Verona curtsied and left the room, but the Queen knew she had every intention of returning. Verona had not been able to spend much time away from the Queen.

As soon as she was certain the door had locked, the Queen walked over to the mirror—a ritual she engaged in daily since the funeral. She longed for the Slave to appear there. She wanted—needed—news of her husband and assurance of his well-being in the world beyond.

But all that stared back at her when she searched there was her own reflection.

She stared at herself, broken and numb. She looked ragged and haggard. Her swollen eyes and puffy cheeks accentuated her blemishes and other imperfections. And her hair had been neither washed nor braided in weeks.

She despaired over what she’d become. Perhaps her former beauty was simply an enchantment after all…one cast by her husband. And when he died, her beauty—a false beauty—died with him. How could she have ever thought herself to be beautiful? That she looked like her gorgeous mother, or rivaled, in any way, the King’s first wife, or even little Snow?

Then, as she stared at her hated face in the mirror, on the brink of a despair she would never be able to recover from, something began to take shape beyond the glass. In a swirling mist inside the mirror, the Slave appeared. The Queen felt a twinge of hope and possibly even joy, leap up inside of her.

“It has been quite some time, daughter. Did you enjoy the funeral?” the Slave asked.

The Queen’s lip stiffened. “It was a beautiful ceremony befitting a beautiful man and celebrating his life. And now I need something from you.”

“And what is that?”

“News of my husband.”

The face in the mirror laughed. “News of the King ended with his life.”

“Can you not see all?” the Queen asked.

“I cannot see beyond the grave. But I have the ability to see all things in these lands.

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