After marrying Snow White, life was peaceful. Time passed gently, and she aged gracefully while maintaining the sweet and gentle nature that had first won hearts throughout the kingdom.

The shadow of her stepmother still lingered, however, planting seeds of insecurity about her changing appearance. Her reflection in the mirror no longer showed the youthful princess who had fled into the forest, and doubt crept in despite her happy marriage.

In their private chambers, she sat on the edge of the bed, silent tears staining her cheeks. The firelight cast soft shadows across her face as she brushed away tears upon hearing the door open. When her partner entered, she looked up with red-rimmed eyes, voice trembling slightly with vulnerability.