"I donít want this. I donít want any of this. You can keep your stupid show and kill as many people as you want. But leave me out of this." Snow runs out of the barracks while her face is a river of fear and anguish, yelling back as Rose and Cinderella follow her out.
Cinderella pities her, even if she doesnít really understand. Snow feels that she needs to move and get away from there as far as she can; only if her legs listened to her she could help her anxiety release. She is cursed through her veins as if it is attached to her blood. Itís like a dagger that thrusts inside her flesh not so hard to kill, but enough to hurt her and make things uncomfortable. If it were possible, sheíd pull that dagger out and push it back harder to make sure it kills her at once. She is in a state that death seems so sweet. Rose comes closer and watches the sheen of water in her eyes that increasingly fall. She looks deeper at the tension and anxiety behind her tears. Itís like thereís a storm in her brain. She wants to go but the curse inside of her doesnít let her. The strife between her will and the curse make her weep like an unstoppable waterfall. Rose doesnít like what sheís doing to herself. She can see the pressure her body is trying to handle and the damage that it deals to her the same time. She watches as itís happening and doesnít know how to make it stop. Neither violence nor kindness can used to treat her now. Snow has been holding this inside her heart for a while. She cannot just settle down. She doesnít want to.
"Let me go... please, release me from this curse." Snow begs.
"I canít. Have you forgotten about our deal? Youíre alive because you promised to get me to the most beautiful girl in the world. Otherwise youíd be as good as dead by now." Rose says with a cold tone.
Snow's legs fail to keep her up. She collapses on her knees. Before this only people kneeled in front of her. She had never fell to the ground before.
"Then end my misery and kill me right now!" She yells with all the air she can blow out of her lungs.
That was the last of her strength. She gives up to the curse and pours down on the ground like she is tired after a long way carrying a heavy weight. A heavy weight on her shoulders, on her chest. One thing is clear, she doesnít want to carry it anymore. Rose kindly guides Cinderella back inside, then gets to Snow. She comes to her with the same love that she treats Cinderella with. But Snow doesnít trust her even if she suddenly turns into an angel. Cinderella quietly keeps watching behind the curtain, afraid if Rose is going to punish her. Snow hate her very much, but Cinderella canít afford to have the same feelings for her. Her heart and mind are in a confusing state of comprehension about feelings.
"What is the reason that I kept you alive do you think?" Rose puts a hand under Snow's chin and lifts her head up. "I knew you were lying since the first moment." She says to her.
Snow gets a little shocked but not as much as it would shift the feelings on her face. She keeps crying and stares back into Rose's eyes, curious to know why.
"It saddens me to see how stupid you thought I was to keep you just because I believed you know something that nobody else does." Says Rose.
"I beseech you to let me go. Release me from this curse. I will leave you alone. You can go wherever you want with that crazy bitch." Snow begs her by holding her hands in desperation. "Please let me go... let me go."
Rose squeezes her hands back. "Oh Snow White, where you were and where you are now. How much do you miss to rule and command like a selfish princess who can only see herself?" She asks her. "Tell me something. Letís assume that I let you go, how can I be sure that you wonít send your many assassins after me?"
Snow remembers how sweet a feeling it is to do before she opens her mouth to answer it. Suddenly she forgets about everything and the pleasure of taking revenge, fueled with hate and anger, takes her heart.
"Yes, Iíd do that. Iíd really really do that. Iíd do it twice, thrice, a thousand times... Iíd ask them to bring me your parts so I can bury them each in a separate place and make you never find peace." Snow says.
Each word of her is a pure load of detestation, sourcing from the castle of fire and ice in her chest. Rose can feel the heat and cold together from her. Snow burns by hate and melts with it forthwith. Rose breaks a smile. It is pretty incomprehensible for her to receive a smile in response to hatred.
"People like you do not have much time to live. You have every attribute of a bad princess, selfish, evil, ruthless. A ruler like you wonít last many years. Soon people that you treat like trash will plot your murder. Youíll be assassinated on the table of your delicious meal by poison, on your trusty steed by the shot of an unforeseen arrow, in your sleep by a blade in your chest, or in the bath by your loyal servant. And that I cannot let happen. You should not die a bad death." Rose gently says with her.
It troubles Snow's mind with a lot of confusion. One moment she worths but a slave, next she is important. She thought Rose was a wicked witch, hungry for young blood. Now she is a riddle to solve. She canít think of any other reason that Rose has kept her alive for but slavery. Maybe thatís the real truth. Maybe she is too confused right now that everything, even Rose's very way of smiling at her, looks like an illusion. How much she desires all of this to be just a dream that sheís going to wake from.
Rose picks her up and walks with her back inside the barracks. "Letís forget about this whole and get ready for a new day. We are going to entertain people and we canít do it if we lose to our worries. Wipe that frown away and smile. I promise you will love the stories that we are going to tell." Says Rose and smiles happily.
Of course Snow canít smile. But she has no other choice than to follow her. Whatever Rose has in her mind smells of fear and blood.