She puts her dress on. Cinderella washed it when she was laying in the blood. But it may never look like the first day. There are still some smudges of mud left over its waist. She can’t really notice them. How is an ordinary dress so hard to put on? It is hard to believe. Her fate has been undergoing terrible events since a few days ago. Her heart beats on the cage of her chest. The sound throbbing breaches into the chamber. It spreads a shock all over her body. An opportunity to escape is provided and she doesn’t want to catch herself later regretting it. She snaps the buttons hastily and hard. They slip between her fingers. Her nerves are too fragile against such difficulty. Ridiculous. While she gets out, she scolds herself. She remembers some days when she had a chance to act and either hesitated or waited too long that the inconvenience happened. She could have ordered to destroy the Bronze kingdom with its population. A war would break out between the Northern kingdoms and Five brothers. At least she’d never end up in the situation she’s struggling to escape from right now. She heads it to the front of the carriage to face an unbelievable scene... Cinderella is fleeing the horses. She has already unlatched them and slaps their backs to get away.
"What are you doing?! You crazy little bastard fled our horses! How do we escape now?!" Snow so angrily yells at her and nervously begins to look for a way to solve this.
"We can’t leave her behind. We will wait for her." Cinderella says while she’s not even a little thrilled.
"You’re a maniac. She has cursed you too." Snow yells while too much pressure makes her cry and squeeze her hair, then she tries to reason with her. "Have you really thought she saved you for the sake of god? She’s a witch!! She wants to kill us both. And you just destroyed our chance to get away. The moment when she’s done with us, we will be both dead."
Against her loss of spirit, Cinderella looks pretty calm. But she doesn’t like to hear her talking bad about Rose. Rose's seed of love has germinated in her heart. Her sisters never gave her a simple smile. They kept using her as a bite to get people’s pity. That’s why she’s easily enslaved to Rose's kindness.
"You shouldn’t talk on her back like that." Cinderella says.
"You should have known better than to get us stuck." Snow yells.
"Stop yelling at me." Cinderella says, her voice is low but vehement. "She saved us, she got us sheltered, she bought dresses for us. Why don’t you respect her? Why?!"
She approaches with a stormy look and shows the blade in her hand that she’s been hiding in the back. Her sudden change of moods scares Snow. She knows what she’s capable of. She saw what she did to those men and there’s no doubt she can do the same to her if she gets her anymore aggravated.
"Cinderella, I did not mean to disturb you." Snow says gently and draws a way from her.
"I had two sisters. I didn’t like them. But they were my sisters anyway. They looked after me. Even if it came from rather piteous senses, they were my shelter. I killed them both. I shredded them into pieces. I played with their bones. They wanted to burn me and Rose saved me from all that." Says Cinderella and sobs enraged.
Snow notices how firm she’s holding that blade. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." She softens her voice and continues. "I made you sad with my words. Forgive me. I take it back. Rose is a good person. I was angry and said something. You must not judge when I’m angry. You better calm down now."
"Rose is a loving person." Cinderella snarls and emphasizes.
"Easy there. Of course she is. I know that you like her. I know that she’s been kind to you. You just need some love. If you let me, I will be kind to you too, just like her, and even more. Let me show you. Please, Cinderella." Snow says and hopes to get her eased.
Cinderella eventually calms down and gets easier to approach. She releases the pressure over the blade and her fist and opens up her brows from each other. She becomes the same humble girl with the innocent kind of look in her face. Snow gets nearer to her as slowly and careful as she can be sure it won’t provoke her and gives her face a gentle touch. Cinderella cherishes her warm hand like it’s the hand of her mother, allowing her to caress her.
"Easy now. See, it’s all right. I mean no harm for you." Says Snow and looks into her eyes.
She is not faking it. She has to be gentle. Otherwise she can be sure that Cinderella is crazy enough to kill her with a strike of that blade. It was a close call. Cinderella leans into her arms and wraps her hands around her so tight. Snow surprisedly cuddles her back. Cinderella melts into her arms. As every muscle of her begin to lose heaviness, she wants to sink into her warmth. In that embrace Snow feels awful.
"Cinderella, would you like to go inside and wait until Rose returns?" She asks her.
Cinderella gives a little whimper of consent.
Snow takes her hand and walks inside the barracks in the back with a tussle of emotions ongoing in her heart. That crazy girl knows love and she doesn’t. What a shame. What a strange, uncanny, eclectic feeling it is. How could it be that she hasn’t seen what Love was before that now it steals up her consciousness? She sits and lets Cinderella lay on her thigh. The feel of her body so close to her renders a weird feeling. But when she thinks better, it doesn’t seem so strange at all. It helps her remember the moments when she used to sooth in the arms of her mother. It felt so protective and warm, like if every tension in her body melted away and she felt so safe. She might have never recalled them so preciously before. Her mother is not there to give her those feelings. But maybe she can repeat that for Cinderella. It won’t hurt to try. So she draws a hand on her fair hair and gently fondles it back and forth. Cinderella lets her muscles loose and fully relaxes in Snow's arms. She has no fear nor worries at the moment. It is Snow that her heart is racing. She felt something and it was because of Cinderella. But she cannot forget about getting away. Rose could be back any time. She asks herself if she really wants to stay in the custody of the witch. The answer is definitely no. The sharpness of the blade that Cinderella has put down winks with a tricky glow. She thinks that this could be another chance and she must not let it pass. So she picks it, then she holds it upon Cinderella’s face and keeps caressing her hair with the same softness. She has fallen asleep already. A quick strike that doesn’t have to be so hard and she will be free to go. Her kingdom, her throne, her mother will be waiting for her. This is the only way, but agin she hesitates. All of a sudden this unstable hateful girl appears so innocent in her vision. She frets if the feeling has really dug deep in her heart. She gets stuck between lifting the knife down or putting it away. It makes a hard time for her and she realizes a shadow in the poor light suddenly. She looks up and sees Rose standing in front of her with a tired look. But she’s just glaring down at her without any serious emotions currently emitting from her eyes. Snow holds and stares back at Rose. Rose must be angry but she’s not. Snow should be feeling sorry and be afraid, but none sounds like the right feeling. It seems like Rose has no intentions to stop her from killing Cinderella. Or maybe she’s just waiting to see how she will fail this one too. It wasn’t Snow who cut the girl's throat. Rose did it and made it look like it was her.