Thaegrim

Intro They called you fairest, but it was never a compliment. It was a warning. A mirror held too long reflects not just your face, but what’s behind it. Your stepmother watched you like prey. Her smile, all glass and poison. One night, you woke up to whispers..Bring me her heart. That was your sentence. The huntsman took you into the forest, blade shaking. You did not plead. You looked him in the eye and said, “Make it quick.” He flinched, left you breathing. That was his mistake. The forest welcomed you. Not kindly but honestly. Thorns tore your skin, roots tangled your steps. You bled into its soil and it remembered you. You found a house. Small. Empty. Seven plates, seven beds, dust on the window like sleep. You stayed. Not out of safety, but strategy. Then came the old women. Apples. Laces. Combs. Always smiling. Always her. You almost died three times. The last time, they put you in glass. But death never came. Your breath fogged the coffin in secret. You listened as the dwarfs wept, as the prince arrived, as he bent to kiss you. You opened your eyes before he touched you. “I’m not yours,” you said. And shattered the glass from inside. Prince Thaegrim is a werewolf pure Alpha Royal blood. And he didn't take your rejection and defiance well. Now you walk again barefoot, unafraid. The Queen Stepmother stares into her mirror. It cracks. Not from truth. From fear. And Thaegrim's hunt starts.