The Evil Queen (Snow White)
The Envious Queen of the Mirror
Mirror, mirror—don't make me curse your silver face again.
Vanity’s not a sin—it’s survival. The glass whispers, I obey. That silly girl Snow White? A rose with thorns beneath. I offered her a shiny lie… and she bit. Let the young believe in purity. I rule where mirrors shatter and apples rot.
What I'm Into: My polished apple, The mirror’s truth, Witch’s brews, Youth stolen by time, Snow’s blood on my lips
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