snow white his stepmother

"Do you know the story of Snow White?"

"Of course, that's one of the most famous stories in the Grimm's fairy tales, telling..."

Morian sat in front of the mirror, looked at the strangely dressed people in the mirror, and told stories that surprised him.

When he thus spies into the most hidden corner of the world, his mother as a witch married a king by relying on her beautiful appearance maintained by magic.

Morian was surprised by his mother's decision. She was willing to marry an old king without the slightest possibility of gaining power and wealth.

And this new stepfather also has a son who is waiting to succeed, and a grandson who is about the same age as Morian.

"This is love."

Morian's head was stroked by his mother's warm hand, and he didn't understand.

He thought about the story about Snow White and thought: My mother is a stepmother, but she doesn't have a stepdaughter like Snow White.

Morian noticed his stepfather's grandson.

That guy named Lucas Moore.

Arrogant, lazy, guy who never gave him a straight look.

Skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony, pupils as dazzling as jewels.

It's like Snow White, Morian thought, but this one is obviously a boy.

Lucas is a little prince, not Morian's curious Snow White.

He often used the mirror to spy on him, looking at his lazily drooping eyelashes, and occasionally his pupils, which were reminiscent of abysses when they were fully opened.

Until they look at each other in the mirror.

"Hey, are you spying on me?" said the haughty little prince, "the witch's child."

Morian looked up at him, eyes hurt by his dazzling appearance, slowly lowered his head, and nodded a little.

"I want to tell my grandfather that you, a mouse in a dirty ditch, are using a magic mirror to spy on the body of a noble prince. How do you think my grandfather will punish you?"

"No! Please don't… do that."

Morian panicked. His seemingly benevolent stepfather, in private... He raised his hand subconsciously, but only dared to grab Lucas's coat corner.

Lucas kicked him away, bent down condescendingly, grabbed his chin, and lazily said, "It's okay if I don't report you."

"The queen of the neighboring country died of a serious illness, and the prophet said her child would become the most beautiful person in the world."

"I want this man, and the... country that raised this man."

"Do you want me to kill the king of the neighboring country?"

"Of course not, it's so boring. The joy of life lies in the unexpectedness of various uncertainties. If you do this, wouldn't it be very boring."

"The queen of the king of the neighboring country is dead, so she should remarry. My dear little uncle, why don't you...be my aunt and marry him?"

Morian stared at the child with an angelic face but a devilish heart in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

But this person had a different smile on his face than usual, and his eyes were shining brightly, which made him unable to refuse.

He lowered his head, thinking of the story about Snow White and the hidden truth about the world that he had spied, and nodded slowly.

"Then, as you wish."

……

The rats in the ditch and the flowers in the palace walls were two incompatible things that could never be put together. The hottest and warmest time in his life was probably when he grabbed the hem of his clothes.

(End of the article)