Page 18 of Snow White

I glance back at Azura and Lady Lock for strength before looking back down at the woman. “We were wondering if you would like to join us.”

The woman looks at my companions, and I take the opportunity to study her. She seems different from the other princesses, analytical, observant, and intelligent. I can practically see her mind working as she thinks.

“I would like that,” she says, closing her book and standing.

“This is Azura and Lady Lock,” I introduce the others as we join them.

“Belle,” she says, curtsying.

“A pleasure,” Azura says, holding her hand out. Belle shakes it, and I notice her touch lingers a little long. My stomach turns. Why do I feel icky?

“You’re the inventor’s daughter. Are you not?” Lock asks.

“The one and only,” Belle replies.

“Sit, sit! I love inventions. You must tell me all about them.” Lady Lock claps.

“Well, he is currently working on a device that can churn butter without the labor woman must go through to make it.”

“Fascinating!” Lock exclaims, leaning forward. “I wish I had the mind for such clever devices.”

Azura leans back, her arm resting behind me. A shiver runs down my spine as her arm brushes against my neck.

“A new friend, hm?” Azura whispers to me.

“I think so,” I whisper, looking at her.

Belle looks over at us, her eyes trailing over Azura. That knot in my stomach returns, and I clench my fists.

Belle focuses on me again. “You are Princess Snow White. Am I correct?” she asks.

I force a smile. “I am.”

Belle tilts her head. “What do you think about all these women fighting for your father?”

“If it is what makes him happy, then I don’t mind.” I shrug.

Azura shifts on the couch beside me. “I think she is wondering what would make you happy.”

Belle nods, licking her lower lip slowly, her eyes still on me.

“I um…” I gulp, the heat in Belle’s gaze making me flush. I frown. “Spending time outdoors?”

Azura laughs. “Snow. It’s not an inquisition. They’re trying to get to know you.”

“Right… I… Sorry,” I mumble, lowering my head. I feel a mix of cold and hot in my blood, unsure of how to respond.

How can you make any friends when you fail at speaking to just one?

“You don’t have many friends, do you?” Belle asks. Her question hits me like a stone wall. I can only shake my head, afraid if I answer, my voice will betray me. Belle sighs. “Neither do I. Everyone says I’m… different, a little odd. But I suppose that’s what brings us here together today. We are different.”

“Yes. Different is strong,” Azura adds.

I smile softly. We are different, but there is nothing wrong with that. Being different has brought us together.

“Then let us do something different today!” I say, standing up.

“Like?” Belle asks.

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