Queen Lucille Grimhilde came from a humble beginning. She was raised on a peasant farm in Whiteria. Despite the low life and the lack of proper education, the young Lucille was raised in the most modest, and elegant way. Her parents may not be nobles but they would spend wealth on their daughter's most prized possession, her beauty.
Lucille's beauty is incomparable. No royalty would come close to her fair skin that would turn to cherry when hit by the sun. No one would glow like her at night. Her blonde hair was like strings of fine gold. And her lips, red as the apple on the palace's court.
Her beauty captivated the King's eyes. With just one glance, His Majesty fell in love with the woman. Since His Majesty was a widow, left with a single daughter with no male successor, he was obliged to find someone fit enough to become the Queen.
In a span of a few days, Lucille became Queen. On the coronation day, she was gifted a round golden mirror by the royal family.
"A mirror?" Lucille asked, approaching the royal lady who wore wine-like red cloak.
"Please accept my humble gift to you, your majesty. It may not be much but it will you everything you will ever need to know."
Lucille smiled, glancing at the King in awe.
"Oh, my gracious."
The lady leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Thy voice will be in control."
And with that, the woman turned her back on the surprised Lucille and disappeared into the crowd forever.
"What a strange lady, Your Majesty." Lucille commented, sitting back on her throne while staring at the golden mirror.
"My mother once owned that mirror. I guess it must be one of her faithful servants whom she ordered to give it to the New Queen of Whiteria."
Lucille was shocked when she heard this.
"It is what the land is known for. The magic mirror of the Queen. "
So the years have passed and their reign has been entirely known throughout the lands, far and beyond, the Queen's beauty was marveled at. Yet despite Lucille's effort to make the kingdom better, there is someone that the Queen couldn't charm.
It was Snow White, the King's daughter.