Snow entered the manor as though it was their honor to have her there. When it came to acting she was an ace. She took in the splendor of the home and scoffed on the inside. Just looking at the extravagance of the house, she felt disgusted.
"They probably wouldn't even notice a few extra trinkets missing." She thought.
"So, what brings you to my humble abode?" Huntsman asks coolly. He looked Snow up and down, a predator surveying his prey. Had she been any other girl she would've been scared out of her wits, but she was not any other girl.
"Why not a bit of wine first?" She teased. Smiling, her eyes sparkled with mischief. She spread herself out on the nearest divan in a seducting manner. Huntsman sat across her.
"Very well. Jiminy go down to the cellar and grab a bottle of the Barbera, any year will do."
"Let my boy go with him. I won't entrust anything to someone as buffoonish as your servant." Huntsman looked irked. This woman had the audacity to insult his staff. Did she really not know whose den she had stumbled upon?
"Whatever will make you comfortable madame. Would now be an apropriate time for me to ask your name? Or are there any other requests you need fulfilled before I can find what it is your doing here?" Bash turned red as a tomato. No one ever had the gall to insult Snow like this, not even Grumpy.
Snow waved him off with a flick of her hand, they had more important things to worry about than a spoiled rich boy. Bash huffed and turned to follow Jiminy out of the room. He'd have to deal with this one along the way, Grumpy, Doc, and that old sleepyhead were still down there after all.
"What a temper you have Mr. Huntsman. How about a deal, a name for a name?" She batted her eyelashes, enjoying every second.
"You already have my name, what is it you're doing here?" He was fuming. Patience obviously was not his strong suit.
"I'm talking to you aren't I."
"That is not what I meant-"
"How am I to know what you meant? You are you and I am I. There is no way for me to be you or you to be I so neither knows what the other means unless we say exactly what we think."
"Answer me this, where are you from?" He beguiled.
"I am from a land neither near nor far, where trinkets this land could never fathom are created. It is a land of magic more remarkable than anything your wizards could conjure."
"You have no way of giving a straight answer do you?" He asked incredulously.
"Good sir, the straightest thing about me is that of-" something glittered in her eye, "My, my what a pretty looking glass." Standing up from the divan she walked towards a large mirror. The mirror, ornate with gold and silver, seemed to show her reflection in a way no other mirror did before. It was still her, only different. She couldn't put her finger on it.
"Captivating isn't it?" He breathed. Huntsman stood right behind her, so close she could feel his breath tickling her ear.
"Very." She mustered, loud enough only for him to hear. He might not notice other trinkets missing, but he would certainly notice this. She smiled to herself. Just then a shout cam from one of the corridors. It sounded like a plea for help.
"Drat," she thought, "Those four must've been caught." Strong arms grabbed Snow's waist, linking her to Huntsman's body.
"Whatever you've done you won't get away with it." Cried Huntsman.
"We'll see about that." she said smugly. She slammed her head into his jaw, causing him to drop her. Grabbing the mirror she ran throught the house down, down, down, until she reached the cellar.