Page 16 of Snows Sinful Seven

“What if I can find another way? A way Snow will not be any trouble,” the man urges.

“I don’t care what you do as long as she is no longer an issue. The sooner, the better, but as long as it’s done before her birthday.”

The mirror goes black again, and I stumble back. This can’t be real. It has to be a lie. I know the King isn’t a good man, but there’s no way he would kill his daughter?

Chest heaving, I stare at the mirror before stumbling back over to it. “Wake up!” I tap the side. “Show me the King.”

I bang on it again and again, but nothing happens. “Shit!” I hiss, spinning around on my heel and rushing out of the room. I slam the door shut behind me, not bothering to lock the door, and rush down the stairs.

“Fucking hell!” I pant after a while. Damn stairs. I’m never coming up here again. After what feels like a lifetime, I finally get to the bottom. I only take a moment to catch my breath before taking off again.

Trying not to draw attention, I take the servants’ way to the King’s study. Skidding to a stop, I lean back against the wall next to the door and close my eyes as I struggle to catch my breath. I just need to see, to make sure no one is in that study, to show myself that the mirror was lying.

But then I hear voices in the room, and my stomach sinks. “You know what to do.” I hear the King say.

“Consider it done, your Highness.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I hiss as I hear footsteps approaching. My eyes go wide as I push myself off the wall and duck around the corner, then take a peek to see who just left the room.

It’s him, the guy I saw in the mirror I saw talking to the King.

“Fuck,” I murmur to myself. If what I saw was real, that means Snow’s life is at risk.

Taking off the opposite way the guy went, I make my way through the palace. I don’t stop until I get to Snow’s door.

After I look around to make sure no one is watching, I knock frantically on the old wood. “Come on!” I whisper, gaze darting around as if that man is on his way to kill Snow now.

“Regina?”

I force my way inside and shut the door behind me.

“What is going on?” she asks, her voice filled with worry as her wide blue eyes search my face.

“I don’t even know,” I breathe out, panic starting to set in. I begin to pace, running my hands through my hair. “I don’t know, Snow, I don’t know.”

“Hey, hey.” She steps in front of my path, forcing me to stop. “You’re scaring me. Please, Regina, tell me what’s going on.”

“Okay.” I blow out a breath. “So, I was snooping around the palace, exploring the different rooms, trying to pass the day away.”

“Okay...” her brows furrow.

“I ended up finding a stairwell that went upstairs. I thought it would lead me to the roof because I was already on the top floor, but it didn’t.”

“Where did it lead you?”

“To a locked door. I picked it, of course.” I wave it off like it’s no big deal. “But when I went inside, there was nothing.”

“So it was just a locked door to an empty room?” she asks, confused.

“No,” I groan. “It was empty apart from this random mirror.”

Her eyes widen. “A mirror?” she whispers. “Was it big with a black frame?”

“Yes. That one.”

“I thought he got rid of it,” she whispers, more to herself.

“Well, one moment, this mirror was showing a reflection of me, then the next thing, it started to swirl with white smoke.” I wave my hands around dramatically; I’m so wound up right now. “Then the next thing I see is your dad in his study with some man.”

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