Snow White's Witch (Tales of Eventyr Book 2) by Jessica Parker

Author:Jessica Parker [Parker, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Anessa spent all night talking with the mirror, yelling curses at any who dared to enter. The interruptions only stopped when Theron took up guard outside the door.

"You made a foolish mistake. The kingdom is at stake," the mirror said.

"What do you mean, fairest queen?" Anessa discovered over the night that every few sentences she had to somehow weave a reminder that Rothe found the Queen to be the fairest when asking a question. At first it filled her with resentment, now she just found it was exhausting.

"Strong magic. It draws and draws but not in sips. I fade quick."

“One question I ask, about the success of tomorrow’s task?”

“You must be alert, for tomorrow there’ll be hurt.”

“Sleep now. You’ve done well. I’ll think about his spell.”

The Queen's image slowly faded, and Anessa was left staring at her own reflection.

“Klieta.”

She glamoured herself in the manner Rothe preferred. Her hair wasn't quite as dark as the Queen’s. It had a red hue which wouldn't fade no matter how hard Anessa tried. Her eyes were too golden for Rothe, but the glamor spell would only give her blue for a short amount of time.

Could she ever be as beautiful as the Queen in his eyes? Her hips had a little too much curve, her face was too round.

At first they’d been happy. He was everything the stories said he should be, powerful, handsome, only driving Anessa to be more attractive. But as he became more and more accustomed to her glamor, it became less effective. Now it would only work for a few hours at a time. When it stopped, Rothe always left.

A fluttering sensation filled her stomach. She had to know the truth.

After a deep breath she placed her finger on the emerald at her throat. Rothe entered her mind. Just like the day in her cottage when he’d healed her, she felt cold at the touch of his magic.

"Quick thinking about the cottage. Bring the Princess to me tomorrow. I'll be waiting at the river crossing."

Not even a hello, just what he needed. What about what she needed? “Do you love me, Rothe?”

“I didn’t quite hear that. The Princess, tomorrow at the crossing.”

Of course he hadn’t heard. He never listened, he only took and never gave. "No."

"Little dove."

The fluttering in her stomach felt like a dying bird. "You can't have her."

He laughed.

"I won't let you have Snow. She’s not her mother. Give up this obsession!"

"They're mine."

“What about me?”

“A means to an end.”

"No." Anessa ripped the cold necklace off and threw it into the corner.

Her head hurt where the clasp had been tangled in her hair. It was nothing to the crumbling of her hopes and dreams that pulled her down to the hard floor. She drew her knees up to her chest and let the tears flow.

It wasn't fair. After everything she'd done for him over the years, it was for nothing. He only wanted the stupid mirror and the daughter to replace the Queen. Anessa wasn't good enough to replace them.

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