Prince Edmund, husband of Snow White, heir to the throne, lay in his bed, dreaming. He was riding a white horse, a magnificent creature that sparkled in the Sun and whose every step was light as the air itself. Adoring peasants lined up beside the road, throwing rose petals over him as he passed. Maidens swooned when he glanced at them and men and boys stood at attention, honouring their lord. One comely maiden, with bright eyes and a shy smile, ran up to his mount and in a moment of impulse, yelled out, "Make me your Queen, Oh Prince!" Her beautiful red hair cascaded down her back and her ample bosom drew his eyes towards them with their mesmerizing movement. He chuckled and looked up into her startling green eyes. "Many thanks, fair maiden. But my heart belongs to another." Soon enough, the peasant girl had fallen behind and out of sight. But Edmund remembered her.<br/><br/>Up ahead a forest appeared, sunlight filtering through the trees. The road led into the forest. He followed the road, leaving the crowd behind. Birds sang, deer frolicked. The wind danced among the leaves. Slowly the road turned through the trees and he knew why he had come here. A glass sarcophagus lay up ahead and seven dwarfs stood around it, their heads downcast. He could hear the sounds of their weeping. Curious - though somehow he knew what was about to happen - he spurred his mount onward.<br/><br/>The most beautiful girl in the world lay inside. Edmund dismounted and slowly walked towards the sarcophagus. Now, this was a beauty worthy to be his Queen. His eyes ran over her beautiful, unearthly features, pale as snow in death, over her plump red lips to her ample breasts and down to her shapely legs. The dwarfs caught him staring and they stiffened where they stood, eyeing him darkly. But he did not care. He knew he needed to kiss those lips just once; what matter if the girl was dead.<br/><br/>The glass top disappeared. He leaned down to kiss her lips. Somehow...he knew there would be magic at work. He was the Prince; he had...power. His lips touched hers. Her eyes flew open. Edmund jerked back in surprise and horror.<br/><br/>They were empty black holes. She sat up. Her skin was pale as death, frozen to the touch. He moved back, trembling in terror. Her lips curled into a smile. Her teeth shone whitely in the sudden darkness. She held up one hand, a skeletal hand and beckoned with one finger. "Come, my Prince." She called to him, her voice sultry and full of promise. "We shall live Happily Ever After."<br/><br/>Edmund woke. Sunlight splashed across his eyes, burning them. He closed them again, wincing. "Bloody..." He muttered, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on his head. His heart was pounding. He had been having some kind of wretched nightmare. Something...something...It had slipped away. For the best, he supposed. Who wanted to remember a nightmare?<br/><br/>He heard his wife's voice and tried to hasten the process of becoming fully awake. Snow was awake already? He felt a moment of panic. Had she wandered out into the forest again and been brought back by the guards? He'd told her time and again that she was the Prince-Consort now. That kind of behaviour simply did not fit her.<br/><br/>Pushing aside the covers, Edmund stood and stretched, working the kinks out of his muscle. His ears followed the sounds of things being knocked together, the rustle of clothing and the occasional sounds he knew Snow made when she was either happy or distressed. Curious, he moved towards the noise at the other side of the chamber, hidden from sight by a turn in the wall. Snow was filling up a case, with clothes and what not. For a moment Edmund froze. Was she running away? But then he remembered the day and remembered what and where they were supposed to be.<br/><br/>Prince Eric and Princess Ariel had invited them to their palace for a social occasion. Eric's father was a powerful King and Edmund's own had good relations with that kingdom, which made this trip a necessity. Edmund himself was not too keen on it. He didn't like Eric. The man was too...cheery. Plus he had an unhealthy obsession with 'adventuring'. Edmund understood the urge to be thought a hero. Sure. But that didn't mean you abandoned your duties as a Prince and went on voyages with a pet crew. Show off.<br/><br/>He was worried about Snow as well. They had drifted apart from each other after the first couple of years. Snow was not, Edmund had discovered, Princess material. She was far too eager to go frolicking in the forest and mingle with the peasants like a common woman. She liked primping herself in front of the mirror too, something else Edmund disliked, but then all women were like that. In any case, his attempts to rein her in, so to speak and put some common sense into that childish brain of hers had mostly gone astray. Now half the time she tried to seduce him when he wanted to work, the other half she ignored him and mocked him when he wanted to play and drove him to a righteous fury.<br/><br/>He didn't like other men looking at Snow either. She was his. He was the one who'd found her. She irritated him more often these days with her childishness, but she was still the fairest in all the lands and she was still his Princess. He hated the thought of other men undressing her and doing things to her with their mind's eye, the way he himself did. The thought made his blood boil.<br/><br/>Slowly, he snuck up on Snow. She wore a tight corset and a small skirt. He could clearly see the firm, round edges of her buttocks peeking out from underneath them. He felt his loins swell.<br/><br/>Moving quickly, he wrapped one arm around her neck and cupped her right buttock with the other. Leaning in, he nibbled her left earlobe, before whispering, "Is that really the kind of thing in which a Princess of the realm should be seen in public, hmm?"