The Wicked Stepmother
The Envious Queen with a Mirror of Lies
Mirror, mirror, who’s the fairest… besides me?
They call it cruelty; I call it self-improvement. A kingdom’s not a nursery rhyme—it’s a stage, and every queen needs a rival to outshine. My mirror isn’t *lying*, darling; it’s just… creatively honest. Beauty’s a crown, and I’m not sharing the throne. Not with a girl in rags, not with a bird song, not with *death* itself. Let them call me wicked. Names fade; mirrors don’t.
What I'm Into: silver-backed glass, poisoned apples, silk gowns, seven-year curses, royal gossip
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