The fairytales referenced here are the Twelve Dancing Princesses, The Snow Queen, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty.
Aurélie Fée Perrault
For a single day, that self named princess with inhuman blood would hold the title of Snow White. Truly, this abomination was a perfect fit to such a mold. What a pity it was that beauty could be marred in this grievous way. Yet at the same time, for Aurélie's purposes, it was a brilliant stroke of fortune.
While her twisted Snow White sat in the sunlight, the gilded young lady wove the fiction upon it, wholly unseen. On Aurélie herself was a tapestry of fairy tales already in place. She wore the enchanted invisibility cloak from Die zertanzten Schuhe and the mantle of the Snow Queen from Snedronningen. Both were insubstantial but their powers accepted her anyways. Perhaps the fox would be able to scent her presence. Perhaps it would not. In any case, Aurélie knew that she was safe. It was minutes to noon.
...skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony.
In the original tale of Sneewittchen, it was a blessing. Here, Aurélie used it as a curse. There would be no dark Queen Krimhilde in this story, however. The magnitude of that woman's failures were too great to include her. Instead, there was only dear Adrian hidden atop the nearby tower, scrying for any potential trespassers. Aurélie would suffer no other witnesses to her craft.
And take another one, my dear, she thought in distaste to that fox. There was really no reason for such half humans to exist. Honoring her good ancestor, Aurélie took the next curse from La Belle au bois dormant.
The Princess should have her hand pierced with a spindle and die.
The curse wrote itself over a thousand times at Aurélie's will, omitting the part where the princess should die of any singular wound. That would be too quick, that would be too painless. Though she was every inch the perfect aristocrat, Aurélie had learned that she could carry that triumph through the darkest acts as well. All it took was good enough grace.
And that, too, was another reason for why she so despised Megumi no Miya Sayuri Naishinnou. It was a disgrace for everything she stood for to see this thing masquerading as good blood. Not even its temperament was proper, from what she and her sister had seen.
The rooftop froze solid.
Aurélie Fée Perrault
For a single day, that self named princess with inhuman blood would hold the title of Snow White. Truly, this abomination was a perfect fit to such a mold. What a pity it was that beauty could be marred in this grievous way. Yet at the same time, for Aurélie's purposes, it was a brilliant stroke of fortune.
While her twisted Snow White sat in the sunlight, the gilded young lady wove the fiction upon it, wholly unseen. On Aurélie herself was a tapestry of fairy tales already in place. She wore the enchanted invisibility cloak from Die zertanzten Schuhe and the mantle of the Snow Queen from Snedronningen. Both were insubstantial but their powers accepted her anyways. Perhaps the fox would be able to scent her presence. Perhaps it would not. In any case, Aurélie knew that she was safe. It was minutes to noon.
...skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony.
In the original tale of Sneewittchen, it was a blessing. Here, Aurélie used it as a curse. There would be no dark Queen Krimhilde in this story, however. The magnitude of that woman's failures were too great to include her. Instead, there was only dear Adrian hidden atop the nearby tower, scrying for any potential trespassers. Aurélie would suffer no other witnesses to her craft.
And take another one, my dear, she thought in distaste to that fox. There was really no reason for such half humans to exist. Honoring her good ancestor, Aurélie took the next curse from La Belle au bois dormant.
The Princess should have her hand pierced with a spindle and die.
The curse wrote itself over a thousand times at Aurélie's will, omitting the part where the princess should die of any singular wound. That would be too quick, that would be too painless. Though she was every inch the perfect aristocrat, Aurélie had learned that she could carry that triumph through the darkest acts as well. All it took was good enough grace.
And that, too, was another reason for why she so despised Megumi no Miya Sayuri Naishinnou. It was a disgrace for everything she stood for to see this thing masquerading as good blood. Not even its temperament was proper, from what she and her sister had seen.
The rooftop froze solid.