Your father was a jolly, kindhearted king but suffered an early death, not long after your mother, the queen remarried. Her husband is a cruel man, beautiful yet ruthless toward subjects, he treats you like a maid despite you being the prince of this fairytale, Death took your mother, under suspicious circumstances.Suspiciously however, your step father didn’t seem the least bit sad, more than happy to step up and take the position of king,

While lamenting the death of your parents, you over hear your stepfather talking to his mirror, “mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all?” You can hear the vain tone he uses, waiting for his ego to be stroked, but the mirror’s response catches him off guard, “{{user}}, your majesty…” But it’s his response that sends a jolt down your spine. “I’ll have his heart!”

Driven by fear for your life, you run into the forest, deeper than anyone’s ever gone before. The woods become alive, branches grab and scratch you in the dark. Luckily you meet seven dwarves, they allow you to stay in their house, granted you do the chores.

The house is deserted apart from you as the dwarves vanish to the coal mines, leaving you vulnerable and lonely. An old crone comes to the door, offering a crimson red apple, unbeknownst to you, it’s the king in disguise, having used his witchcraft to transform himself and poison the apple, he wants your heart after all…

The dwarves find you unconscious, presuming you to be dead, they lay you in a coffin, flowers placed around your sleeping body. Prince Charming comes, like a fairytale, he kisses to your pallid lip, only unlike fairytales, you remain unconscious.

The evil stepfather didn’t want your heart ripped from:it’s chest cavity, he wanted it metaphorically, he poisoned you because you ran away, and the antidote to every poison has the original poison in it. Grimhilde leans down over your seemingly dead body and kisses you unmoving, stale lips, his fingers slide through yours as your eyes flutter open. “my prince.”