Grimm's Return: Book 1, Throne: Chapter 1, What?!

Hello, and all that stuff. My name is Celeste White, and I am the daughter of Snow White. I thought I was heir to the throne until I learned I had a lost sister who was half a year older than me. And prettier than me, and kinder, and more mature. I was furious. Her name was Dawn, and I hated her. She had sparkling, kind green eyes, pale snow-white skin, long, gorgeous raven-black hair always styled up into a ponytail, and a kind, pearl-teethed smile. She always wore mother's dresses. She looked almost exactly like mother, but had sparkling, shining green eyes instead of warm, lovely brown ones like mother. I, in other words, looked like father. I had chocolate-brown hair always let loose, bright blue eyes, and tanned skin. I wore less attractive things, like jeans and white shirts. My sister had a beautiful silver crown with three sparkling diamonds in her hair. I had a smaller bronze one with a ruby apple. She always was being admired by the townspeople, I was always swimming in the river and riding with the deer. I was going to be the heir, and my mother loved me more than life itself. Then, Robin Darke Hook came along. He changed my mother. He was kind to her, and was the goody-two-shoes son she never had. Then he left, never to return. The words 'Robin' and 'Darke' alone cursed us.

One day Solomon, our commanding soldier, came into my room. He had short salt-and-pepper hair, dark eyes, dark skin, and ruby-red armor. "King Darke." He said gravely. Those to words meant one thousand words. "K-King.... King Darke? W-What about him?" I ask nervously. Was he invading the kingdom, or what? "He wishes to meet you." He replied simply. I was startled. "Wha-- why? I'll go, but.... Oh, Solomon. What does he want with me?" I asked. Solomon had the 'look' in his eye. Surprisingly, he did not know. "That is what intrigues me. He certainly does have a long history of darkness, but... he has asked us so... so calmly." I nodded, but was confused. "I'll meet with him." Solomon looked surprised. "So easily? What happened to the stubborn wolf I once knew?" He laughed. I cracked a smile. "Oh, she is long gone in her quick chariot." Solomon chuckled. "Yes, Ma'am. You're carriage will soon be ready. Then we shall go to Darke Realm." 

I dressed up in my loveliest emerald-green dress. I put on many gold ornaments then ran up to the gates. Mother and Dawn were there. Mother was the object of perfection to me. Absolutely gorgeous black hair, running down her back, perfectly straight. Beautiful, hazelnut-colored eyes that glittered with kindness and warmth. She had skin as pale as perfect, lovely, first-January snow. Dawn had her arms crossed in an extremely pouty way, but had a kind smile on her face. Her black hair was in a braid, thrown over her shoulder. She wore a sapphire-like dress that shimmered every time she moved. I saw the faintest sign of rudeness flicker across her mouth. Mom ran over and hugged me. "Whatever King Darke says, you must listen, darling. Dawn will be going to King Deidre." I almost laughed. King Deidre? Wow. Just, Wow. The meanest, cruelest king that ruled over every nasty goblin and ghoul. Ick. Mother helped me into the carriage then waved. Solomon got onto the charioteer's seat and pulled the reins of the horse. The Raven-black horses trotted into the dark, dark cloud-covered region of Darke. 

"Aha. Well, this just has to be Celeste White," King Darke said mockingly. "Your beauty is EVER unmatched." He finished. I clenched my fists. I accidentally grabbed and snapped a few chocolate curls. "What do you want?" I asked, each word carefully filled with no interest or curiosity whatsoever. I was extremely curious and interested, though. King Darke smiled, each sharp fang glistened in the small amount of moonlight coming in the windows. His shiny silver fur reflected the last amount of light. "What do I want? Oh, nothing at all." He leaped onto the table, and I saw his obsidian-colored claws carving marks into the table. "I want to give you something." He leaped off the table, then, he.... transformed. When he was done transforming into a human, I gasped. With extreme confusion. He was only about two years older than me! And he was way more handsome than seven billion of my dad. He had beautiful, short silver hair, silver eyes, tan skin, and prince clothes. His crown was entirely diamond. His smile was rugged and shone with pearly teeth. But I snarled, for I instantly recognized him. "I smell a rat. Robin. Robin Darke Hook."