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course they were. She fled through the castle, a whirlwind of blazing fury, until at last there was only the silence of her forgotten library and the dry books which were as unloved as she was. Her pace slowed but still books fell from the shelves as she passed, her rage and hurt slamming them to the ground.
    Finally, there was the comfort of the room beyond. Her room. Her things. Her power was here. Her honesty was here. This was who she was. The candles and lamps lit as she glanced at them. Her magic was always stronger in anger and high emotion. Her mother’s magic had been weak, she hadn’t exercised it. Lilith had no intention of that happening to hers. She would no longer be ashamed of it.
    She poured warm red wine from the silver decanter that never emptied, and drank the first glass quickly. Her hand was still trembling when she poured the second. Her eyes were glittering diamonds in the candlelight. How could they have humiliated her like that? How could she have let them? Her insides twisted; a ball of snakes trapped by the fires of her emotions. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to shout at the girl and shake her until she understood that the world expected things of her.
    Behind glass, her crystal ball glowed red and green and then a rainbow of colours. With her glass refilled she sat in her chair and stared at it, letting the colours entrance and calm her. She drank quickly until her vision was hazy and her angry thoughts could no longer keep their sharp edges, and then she put the goblet down. She allowed herself to be lost in the colours and her memories of the past. Of happier times. Of being free.
    ‘Why did you leave?’
    The words, cutting the silence, made her jump and she turned to see the door open and Snow White, in all her beautiful finery, standing at the threshold. In her anger she hadn’t locked herself in. She cursed under her breath.
    ‘It’s your birthday ball. You should be there.’
    The queen rose to her feet, happy to find her legs steady. It took more than a heady wine to take her steel.
    ‘You humiliated me,’ she hissed. ‘And at my own birthday. I suppose you thought that was funny.’
    ‘It was supposed to be a joke,’ Snow White said, her eyes wide with innocence and hurt. ‘I thought you’d like it. I thought you’d get it.’
    Lilith wondered how much practice went into that look. The king and the courtiers might be fooled by it, but the queen would not be.
    ‘So, now you’re calling me stupid? A little girl like you who wants to play with dwarves thinks she can laugh at me?’ Where the candlelight accentuated each of Snow’s soft curves and full features, the queen knew it hardened her sharp cheekbones and cast shadows under her eyes. She wondered how she must look. Still the great beauty of the North, or a harpy? She found she did not much care. ‘Or do you really want to marry one? Maybe you’d like to marry all seven of your friends? It could be arranged. They’d tire you out soon enough.’
    ‘Why do you have to be so horrible?’ Snow White reeled slightly, and stepped backwards. ‘What happened to you? Why must you always be so mean?’
    Lilith opened her mouth to laugh and then Snow White’s gaze shifted from her to something behind them in the dark shadows of the room. The familiar creak of the cabinet. The queen’s eyes widened.
    ‘ She is so beautiful. Snow White, the fairest in all the lands .’
    ‘What is that?’ Snow said, curiosity replacing her hurt. ‘Have you got someone in here with you? Their voice is… strange.’
    ‘It’s nothing.’ The queen flashed a look behind her, seeing the mirror glint slightly in the dark. ‘Nothing for you to—’
    ‘ None can compare, none shall ever compare, to Snow White .’
    ‘Is that a talking cupboard ?’ Snow White tried to push past, but Lilith blocked her way. ‘One of your crazy magic things the servants talk about?’
    ‘I said it was—’ The queen shoved her