The next day Adrian allowed Ana to find her way to the Warlock quarters by herself, after much pressuring from Ana. He had walked with her up to the point where their paths divided at the bottom of the stairs.
“Ana you look like that girl from the fairy tale, with the apple…” He said amused as he pulled her into an embrace and kissed her forehead. Ana had grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl before leaving Adrian’s room. She laughed.
“You mean, Snow White? Funny you say that considering you spoke to me through a mirror.”
Adrian chuckled. “Rightly so…should I call you snow white, beautiful…you are the fairest of them all, after all…”
Ana saw the dark lustful look in his eyes. “Please don’t…she was weak…” And relied on a Prince…
Adrian gave her a strange curious look but said nothing. “
