My name is Sophia. You can also call me Snow White.

Awakened by Prince William's kiss, we held a grand wedding.

It's really luxurious: magnificent halls, elaborate dresses, dazzling jewels and colorful red carpets.

The scenes are intertwined and the faces of the nobles are filled with joy.

It is said that there is no more luxurious wedding than ours in the whole history of fairy tale continent.

At that time, I felt that I was the happiest princess in the world.

At that wedding, another thing happened, which I will never forget:

My stepmother and father arrived at the scene and sent my best wishes to William and me.

Everything went well, but when William and I finished taking the oath and the wedding was coming to an end, William suddenly made a scene and detained my stepmother.

Frankly speaking, I didn't hate her at the moment when I was poisoned by apples. But after all, she has raised me for so many years, and I still have some feelings for her. Moreover, this poisonous apple didn't cause me any substantial loss, and it also made me meet the love of my life, William.

Maybe there is always a silver lining behind the dark clouds. I just think it's providence. Therefore, I love and hate my stepmother and don't want revenge.

On the other hand, William and I thought differently. He is a man with a clear distinction between love and hate. Knowing what happened to me, he began to avenge me.

When we first fell in love, everything was sweet and happy. I don't want to cause any more trouble, I just want to live like this. But he insisted on giving me a break, and I couldn't get in his way too much, so I went with him.

But God knows how broken my heart was when I saw my stepmother being forced to dance in red-hot iron boots-I just wanted to shout!

Fortunately, the princess's upbringing prevented me from standing there as calmly as possible and maintaining my dignity and elegance.

I just walked up to William and asked him with my eyes.

He glanced at me sideways, but let me fall into an ice cave.

On weekdays, those affectionate eyes are full of bloodthirsty joy.

The guests around seemed to be cursed, and everyone trembled with excitement.

The bloody scene in my eyes looks like a feast on earth to them!

I just felt a fire burning in my throat and fainted in an instant.

It was the day after I woke up.

The news from my father is that the queen died of illness.

That's ridiculous! Under the eyes of the public, a cruel killing can actually become death.

But I-what can I do now?

They even used the guise of revenge for me. Am I not one of the executioners?

I began to get sick.

Humans are indeed fickle species.

It's only been two months since the wedding, and I'm over it.

William spoils me every day. I even doubt that I read those bloody eyes wrong that day. Everything only exists in my imagination.

Whether I deceive myself or not, I will never recall that wedding again.

I just hope it can be a "feast".

I'm out of the haze.

As a noble Snow White, my face is so dazzling; As the only daughter of the king, his country is only inherited by me; As the wife of Prince William, his tenderness belongs only to me.

I have the beauty, status and love that resound through the fairy tale continent.

No one is happier than me.

I should be the happiest person on this continent.

William and I live a happy life.

Like every princess and prince, there is no quarrel, only sweetness.

William's parents are also very kind to me and often ask me questions. Even I have never given birth to a little prince for William, and no one has ever blamed me.

Everything is fine, except that I get dizzy and unconscious from time to time-this is the sequela of the wedding.

I think: I will be so happy and satisfied all my life.

I heard that there are many writers. Every time they write that the prince and the princess are in love, they will put an end to it and stop talking about it.

When I was a child, when I read these stories, I only felt that the happiness again and again was not worth my trouble. But now I know how difficult it is to repeat happiness.

A happy life is always short. Maybe three years is long enough for happiness, but I am too greedy and expect more.

My father died three years after the wedding. As a king, his funeral was too simple.

He has no brothers, no other children, only me.

His kingdom was successfully inherited by me, or rather, by my husband, King William.

Well, two years ago, William's father abdicated and passed the throne to him.

I am a man without ambition. What do those people, land and politics have to do with me?

I just want to be happy.

I know William loves power.

How normal! For the king, power is the people and love is the queen.

He gave me love and I gave him strength.

He gave me happiness and I gave him my country.

Such an equal and fair exchange is something I have known since I was a child.

The balance is broken.

When I went to the kitchen on a whim to prepare dinner for William, I saw William's maid pour dark blue potion into my food.

I am naive, but I am not stupid.

No one reprocesses your food for your own good.

I quietly returned to my room, waiting for this special dinner.

Later, I took the leftover soup and went to the forest to find the witch.

The witch looks really terrible!

I don't hate ugly people, but the first time I saw an old man with a wrinkled face, a hooked nose and sharp eyes, I was always shocked.

"This potion is made by boiling rosemary branches with goat eyes, which will only make you dizzy and unconscious occasionally." The witch shook the silver-edged glass bottle in her hand and said to me, "There are still some side effects. You won't have a little prince. "

I thought about it for a long time, but I haven't used my brain for a long time, so I can't figure out why William wants me to drink this potion anyway.

Oh, once I eavesdropped outside William's study. I'm sure he did it.

I'm really good at playing dumb. William didn't realize that I already knew about it.

Even if I suddenly have short hair.

Thick black hair brought me a witch as a reward for analyzing the potion.

He was also coaxed by my whim.

Maybe it's just because he doesn't love me at all.

I have lost my desire to explore this matter.

At first, I would eavesdrop on William's conversation with others or read letters in his study.

But two weeks later, I stopped doing this.

After all, this potion is a bit unacceptable, which makes me feel disgusting and has little effect on me-I don't want to experience the pain of childbirth.

Why should I get to the bottom of it?

I just want to be happy.

William still acts as if I am the love of his life; I am still the only supreme queen in this country; Even my unique beauty shows no signs of aging. I, Sophia, am still the happiest princess on this continent.

That's enough. That's what I was thinking.

But such self-deception made me regret it a year later.

Fortunately, I met the person who can make me happy forever.

I fled to the witch's cabin.

To avoid William's pursuit.

When I ran away, my first thought was the hut that saved my life.

The one with seven dwarfs.

But William knows the way there.

The dwarfs also moved out of the forest with a lot of gold, silver and jewels that their father gave them last time, and went to the city to live a rich life.

On second thought, I actually only have this place to live.

Fortunately, it's been more than a year since I made a deal with the witch last time, and my long hair has grown back, otherwise I have nothing, and I'm afraid I really have nowhere to go.

This is the second time I have seen a witch. Her appearance did not shock me more than the first time, and I was no longer afraid.

The witch is full of silver hair and wrinkled face, but unexpectedly young, only 35 years old.

Her name is Lucy, and I call her sister Lucy.

Sister Lucy seldom stays in the hut.

She likes to go out to collect all kinds of herbs and hunt.

But she never eats those animals, and only uses their hair, meat, blood and bones to extract potions.

The first time I saw it, I passed out directly.

I got used to it later. After all, I don't know how much goat's eye potion I ate. I just haven't seen the refining process.

Lucy's sister is a bit of a miracle, and the materials for refining medicine are also varied: there are even the heart of the forest and the secret silver at the bottom of the lake.

To tell the truth, I have never heard of these things.

Fortunately, I'm not curious. I only read and sleep in the house every day, and I am very happy.

So I live with Lucy's sister.

A month later, a guest suddenly came and broke my peace.

"This is Cinderella. You should know her." Sister Lucy led a lady with long blond hair to introduce me.

Sandra, wife of William's brother Aston, my sister-in-law.

I was surprised and looked around, only to see Lucy's sister's face calm: "I didn't come to see you."

"Sister Sophia, don't worry. I'm looking for some medicine for Lucy. Prince William doesn't know you are here. " Sandra comforted me.

The woman who can make a prince look for all over the country naturally has an extraordinary beauty. Such a beautiful woman comforted me gently, and I blushed a little. I haven't talked to outsiders for a long time.

Sandra got the medicine she wanted, said goodbye to us and was ready to leave.

But I learned the bad news: the prince has searched all over the city and is about to search this hut!

I can't stay any longer. I have to start thinking about the way out of town.

But Sandra put forward another plan: let me go back with her.

"If you believe me, you can let Sophia's sister stay with me. I have my own castle and Prince William can't find my place. "

I agreed to her proposal without much thought.

I am a princess and have no life skills. I only had time to take a few jewels with me when I ran away. How long will these things last if I go out of town? What should I do in the future? Will William not find me outside the city?

I couldn't answer all these questions, so I chose to follow Shanduri back to her castle.

Life in the castle was so comfortable that I forgot I was running for my life.

When I was a princess, I had a jealous stepmother; When I was a princess, I had complicated rules; When I was queen, there was disgusting soup; When I was a fugitive, I lived a very leisurely life.

Sandra is very kind to me. She hasn't wronged me at all.

But after all, she is a princess and doesn't often come to the castle.

In this way, I am also happy to be at leisure, and simply regard myself as the owner of the castle.

Looking for happiness in the castle every day.

Ah, I finally have a chance to relax and talk about my escape.

William gives me that strange potion every day. Of course I'm not stupid enough to drink it every day.

I don't know how many flowers and green plants have been killed by this thing when no one usually pours them into the flowerpot.

But occasionally William and I have dinner together, so I have to drink. However, I will also take William to drink with me. Looking at his hidden disgust, I can even get a little happiness. I am really bad!

Digress again and get to the point.

If you drink too much this potion, your health will naturally get worse and worse. By the time I realized that I was terminally ill, I had been dizzy for a day.

I ate it, knowing it was poison, just because it wouldn't affect my happiness. But now that I'm unhappy, I can't continue drinking.

I told William that I was tired of soup and didn't want to drink any more.

William has never refused my request, and this time will be no exception.

I went to the kitchen later, too. None of my other food was processed.

But who would have thought that William would try to rip my heart out?

These dizzy drugs are just gradually depriving me of my ability to escape. His real purpose is my heart!

The chef told me. If you want to turn your heart into food, you can't escape the chef anyway.

He told me that King William was going to have my heart for dinner, so I ran away.

It suddenly occurred to me that my dead stepmother wanted to eat my heart.

I have the incomparable beauty of the fairy tale continent, and my appearance will not change with the change of time.

My stepmother thinks that if you eat my heart, you can be young forever.

But William, he is the king. The idea is really ridiculous to him.

He already has supreme power, countless wealth and endless people.

He also wants endless youth.

So greedy, so naive.