Snow was obviously a little nervous about her looks even though she had alot of love for herself and the mirror said she was the fairest. However, there was a simple fact. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Snow lifted both brows parting her crimson painted lips as she slid her hands down her rib-cage only covered by her blue panties and bra. She tilted her head and placed her corset  to herself , within a matter of minutes dressed in her gown. A dark red and blue corset, with a yellow skirt which had a long slit down the side. Her pearl shoulder sleeves slid down, and her crimson choker hugging her tightly. She wore no bow recently, and had decided to cut her hair into a nice fringe at the bangs. Her hair still short and as black as the feathers of a raven and her skin as white as snow. Her lips parted once more as she sighed looking in the mirror, her crimson heels clicking on the ground.<br/><br/>She exited the castle and saw that her husband or Prince would not be riding in the carriage with her. That was fine with her, she probably would have kicked him out. Snow feared getting old and his comment terrified her. Was she looking old like her evil step-mother? How old exactly? Snow was quite terrified to find if there was an awnser to that. She didn't want to think about it at all! She fluttered her long black eyelashes as she stepped into the wooden carriage accented with gold and crimson with golden tassles and blue ribbons. Snow did not frolic with her woodland friends anymore as she was not allowed. However she stared at two blue birds on the castle ledge before the carriage had left. It seemed to be a while before they arrived however when they came to the Castle , Snow allowed the man upfront to help her step down. Snow's breast being held by one hand as she stepped down.<br/><br/>Snow looked around, her sapphire eyes glistened for a moment as a light blush came across her face from the slight chill. Snow could only wonder what was going to happen before them. Her fluttering lashes rested upon her cheeks as she sighed walking up the steps before looking behind at her husband waiting to hear his foot-steps. She only hoped that they would atleast get along infront of the others. She wanted to have a happy-ending however nothing seemed to happen anymore for them. She adored him so much, yet he didn't seem to pay attention to her as much as she'd like. All the primping and preparing herself was for him in all honesty of her mind. She liked to look appealing the way she thought a Prince's wife should.