Poison Apple

A poison apple. Ridiculous

Ruby lips formed into a smile as a scoff escaped her throat. To think that she would poison a princess because of her beauty? No. It wasn't her beauty...

She was a doe. Dull eyed and innocent to the possibilities of the world. Ignorant to anything outside of her perfect little world.

It was her lack of foresight.

Her lack of consequence.

A queen would waste resources because she was threatened? Perhaps. However beauty was not the only threat a doe eyed princess could pose...

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Lavantha watched her daughter sleep.

How could she begin to explain to her daughter that her father wouldn't be calling. That he was lost.

Lost to time, to magic.

Amara wasn't raised to believe in magic. She was raised to be practical and efficient. In her time before she met Charon, Lavantha had started with a dream. No money, no contacts, no real resources.

She had a dream that with hard work, blood, sweat, and tears, she turned to reality. Lavantha was the CEO of 'Poison Apple Cosmetics' The brand name was questioned on many interviews, however Lavantha would always reply with a fond smile: "I dont know why? I like the irony of calling a product Poison Apple.""

Magic... in her daughters eyes...was not real.

Lavantha blinked away her tears that threatened to spill over. Amara would not be raised the way that she was. She would not suffer the pain of her mother. The ridicule and the resentful looks from peasants. Amara would not pursue love and live in the romantic idea that every girl was a princess waiting for her prince. The idea of true love was a child's idea, that little girls never grew out of.