Her eyes met Snow White’s. The two stared at each other, the chaos swirling around them. Women were dragged outside to be killed. Noblemen struggled against the soldiers’ grips. A little boy was screaming for his mother, his face tear-streaked and red. But in that moment, Ravenna saw only Snow White, and Snow White saw only her. Ravenna rested her hand on her chest, wondering what it was that she felt for this young child, the heir to the very kingdom she had overthrown. They were bound together, somehow, by some strange, powerful force.
Ravenna stood there, her hand over her heart, until Finn left for the dungeons, dragging Snow White behind him.
The child’s eyes never left hers. She was still glancing over her shoulder, looking back, until she disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.