WARNING: This narrative deviates from the conventional fairy tale, where a princess is rescued by her prince and they live happily ever after. Instead, it tells the story of a princess who crafted her own happily ever after - and, for that, she had to embrace the wickedness of her stepmother, just like her. "Run!" Prince Arthur urgently commanded, and Snow found herself with no choice but to follow him into the dark, dense forest. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the unknown, aware that returning to the castle would mean certain danger. "Awoo..." A chilling howl echoed through the woods, halting her swift pace. "I can't go back...soldiers of the queen are everywhere, and this is the only place they fear to venture," she muttered, her entire body shaking with fear. Despite her terror, Snow forced herself to continue walking, but suddenly, she froze. "Grr..." Her heart pounded as beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead. "It seems my escape from death has come to an end tonight..."
