There is no precedence for a knock on the door she’s busy cleaning while staring at the floor
Knock knock knock*
It’s the insistence of the knock that has her trembling and she’s ready to give up until she starts remembering
There is no one who would knock upon the door Her little army of Seven would never leave her trembling there is only one who would want to settle the score
She peers beyond the curtain and sees fruit She is hungry, and just a little angry her army of Seven are mighty but they are miners and she needs to eat and the apple merchant is elderly with a smile there is no fear of a brute
Her mouth waters for a taste of fruit
She opens the door and reaches forward murmuring “Just one taste”
The merchant is eager to hand over the apple cackling “That is all it takes”
"But first and foremost be warned... A prince may, or may not come Bite the apple you are the one to decide Sate your hunger now or wait! Eat, or don’t eat Let your decision be your demise"
Snow White is hungry and angry that the little men don’t provide and she’ll bite the apple holding onto the hope that her decision is the one that will provoke her prince to ride to her side
But it was otherwise known that her prince was thus occupied by a ***** ***** and he didn’t feel the rip in the fabric of time
Snow White collapses clutching the apple in her hand representing all her hopes and dreams the years trickle away like sand
It’s apparent that all that she had left to watch over her was a small figure that if she could see would make her run more than a mile But for the apple clutched in her fist