Page 5 of Snows Sinful Seven

Standing outside her door, I wonder if she’s inside. The party should be over by now.

I’m about to knock when I hear the sounds of someone crying. My heart drops. Pressing my ear to the door, I listen.

Soft cries sound from the other side. My lower lip quivers as my heart breaks for her. While my life might not be perfect, I’m not shackled to a heartless man—at least not yet—with no control over my life anymore. Not that I have much control over it now.

“Regina,” I say as I knock on her door. The crying stops. “It’s Snow.”

No response. But I think she heard me.

“I noticed you weren’t eating tonight. You need to eat.” I place a bag of food on the floor next to the door. “I got you something. You don’t have to eat it, although I really hope you do. At least... please bring it inside because if my father or his men find this, I could be in big trouble.”

It’s a risk, but I’m willing to take it. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to help her as much as I’m able to.

She didn’t ask for this life. Neither of us did.

I wait again, but no response. Not wanting to linger, I leave and head back to my room to eat my own food and hope that she takes hers.

When I’m done, I hide the garbage to get rid of it tomorrow and slip into my sleepwear before getting into bed.

Laying down on my side, I look outside my window. The moon is big and bright tonight and as I lay in the silence, I hear howling in the distance. Closing my eyes, I let the haunting sound lure me to sleep like a lullaby.

Chapter 2

Regina

Frozen in place, I sit and wait. I wait until she’s long gone before I move. Slowly, I make my way off the bed and creep across the room.

As my hand grips the handle of the door, her words echo in my head. She told me I needed to eat. Why did she care if I ate?

I’ve met the girl once, at that awful dinner where my parents signed my life away as if I was nothing more to them than a bargaining tool. It’s not that I was a fool and thought my parents adored me, I’ve known from a young age that they didn’t. They were disappointed that I wasn’t the boy they wanted. But my mother was at least kind to me. She did a fairly good job of taking care of me, feeding me, cleaning me, and protecting me.

But not that night, not when my father saw dollar signs and a way to gain more power. He signed me away to the King so fast they were gone before the ink dried.

After I pleaded with them not to do this, they told me to stop being selfish and that this was the life any girl would dream of.

Are they fucking mad? Who the hell would want a life like this?

The King is nothing but a monster. I learned that my first night here when he pulled me into his office and told me what my new life was to become.

That I was to be queen in name only. I had no power, no say. And if I tried to go against his wishes, he’d be sure to shut itdown and shut me up. I was to be seen and not heard. To be at his side when needed and to be hidden away for the rest of the time. Outside of that, he said he had no interest in me... yet. But the leering look he gave me told me that wouldn’t last. I’m not stupid, I know a man like him probably has dozens of women he fucks. Good, as long as I’m not one of them, I don’t care.

I’d rather die than let that man put his hands on me, and I’d chop off his dick if he tried to put it inside of me.

How is this a life? I’ve lost any freedom I had. While he did say I could explore the palace, I wasn’t allowed to leave the grounds. I’m trapped behind these massive stone walls.

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