"It wasn't until much later, that those began to weaken, to crumble when she first met her little Prince, he had set forth a chain of events, that her Prince of Thieves had completed, knocking the last of them away, now only rubble remained."

OutlawQueen AU: "How can we really know for sure though, that our modern interpretation of that particular story is accurate, it makes no logical sense for a Queen to be as jealous as the Evil Queen is portrayed. Why would a person's beauty propel such blood lust?" I bit my lip; I hadn't meant to voice my inner thoughts, but I had always felt the Queen had been misunderstood.

The young boy continued on undeterred. He paused, hearing a sound, coming to a stop in front of one of the more splendid doors in his new found home, deep dark wood, hinges that, to him looked like thick, fat arrows and a double spherical gold handle that bore a wonderfully intricate design of flowers and what looked like horses. He could hear a muffled noise come from within.