ch3 "where is the box?"

           One of the maids pulled out a chair facing both, her father and lady Grimhilde. She sat down and noticed lady Grimhilde's gaze towards her, Snow couldn't help but feel anxious. she looked at her father to properly apologize for delaying the lunch a couple of minutes " I'm sorry father it took me a while to prepare myself for this delightful meeting, please accept my sincere apologies.", the lady made a quite remarkable reaction, she dodged her fork on the napkin placed on the table, "Unbelievable! I thought there was a reasonable excuse!" Her father expanded his hands pointing at her seat, she put her hands on her eyebrows letting out a huge sigh. She sat down immediately, Snow has never been so confused in her life, her father who made the impossible to make her happy, and give her a fancy life is now sitting in front of his beloved daughter defenseless to a so-called Grimhilde Ingrid, a beautiful lady with emerald iris, steamy black powder framing her upturned eyes. Snow cared less about her surrounding, she picked the silver spoon and began to rustle from a dish to another, pleasuring her taste buds,  happy breakfast was her goal today yesterday, and always!

Dinner time has finally come to an end, Snow stood up raising her hand to her chest, " I had a wonderful breakfast, I'll be dismissed, please excuse me and have a wonderful afternoon."

       "H-his majesty is here..." Snow heard the maids murmuring upon themselves, she looked at herself in the mirror quick and sat on her studying table. he'll come any minute, she thought to herself. "Princess, his majesty came to visit.", his private night said. "Of course, I'll be elated..." The king entered with his night accompanying him, he drew closer telling him something. The night was observant, clever, and he had great swordsmanship. He told the maids to go out as an order from the king. It was them three, Snow sat down, her heart was racing unlike other times he visited, throbs from her chest to her neck, she barely could talk. "I know things have been chaotic, my love, my daughter...", "–Uhm" he went clearing his throat. He put his hand through his fur coat, and pulled out a handkerchief, wait it had something in it, Snow took a closer look, "what is this father?" He gave her the handkerchief hurridly, snow held the handkerchief and felt a solid object in there, she removed one of the sides and picked it up closer to her face, "...a key?" The king nodded his head, "what for father?" He stayed reserved and kept silent at the moment. she took a deeper look, the golden spots that were on the surface of the silver key and its funny smell all linked to how old this key was.

" Thank you father but if you were to tell me what's the key for, or at least tell why you gave it to me, it would make me feel more at ease accepting it." He pulled over to the table, looked at her, and said, " It's supposedly your mother's, she insisted I gave you this when you're old enough, I think it's a memory box she wants to inherit it to you. I thought this is a good time."

"Umh!" Snow replied, she remembered the old good day she spent with her father, she smiled wholeheartedly at him he smiled back, the knight interrupted, he knelt his back and drew closer to the king "you have a meeting, your majesty. Would you want me to delay it to some other time?" The king looked overwhelmed. Snow prepared a couple of chocolate chip cookies in a little bag, she held his hand and forced the baggie on him, he chuckled and kissed her forehead, "I hope things go well in the meeting father." "Thank you Snow, have a good day.", Snow's anxiety was revealed only by an hour tea date with her dad.

       "Wait...I have the key but where is the box?!"

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