Mirror, hanging on the wall, tell me, who is the fairest of all?
The great dining hall was filled with people milling about trying to find their assigned seats. Months of planning had been put into arranging everyone perfectly, so that no one sat beside one of lesser rank, one with whom they were feuding, or one of differing political beliefs. This, however, resulted in a great deal of confusion for the guests, who searched for their evasive names while fending off the crowds. Snowdrop and her prince, meanwhile, had no trouble finding their places. They were seated in the center of the high table, in tall-backed chairs, on a dais in the very front of the room. Above them the setting sun shone through the exquisite rose window, making Snowdrop’s white gown a dappled canvas of reds, blues, and greens. Her prince smiled down at her. He was nearly a foot taller, and at least fifteen years older. Still, he loved her, as he had since the day he had found her lying as dead in a crystal box in the wood. Yes, she was lovely, and virtuous, kind, wise, and qui
