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wryterofworlds · 1 year
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SOMEONE please write the Neverafter modern au fanfic where Gerard impulsively becomes a foster parent for Pinocchio and Ylfa after he and Elody “take a break” (it’s not a divorce, he insists, it’s temporary) and because of course he let Elody keep the mansion, he’s not going to make her move out he’s not a monster, he now lives in a little suburban house next to the overly indulgent Timothy Goose, his husband, his son Jack, and his incorrigible cat Pib. Soon after his cousin Rosamund turns up on his doorstep not offering any explanation, but her parents don’t seem to be looking for her and Gerard knows a little too much about parents who don’t look for their children, so she lives there too now and is helping out with Gerard’s strange little foster kids. Ft. Gerard sleeping on the couch every night because of course he gave the master bedroom to Rosamund and Ylfa and Pinocchio share a room with a bunk bed; Timothy helping out where he can, most often in the form of giving way too many cookies; Pinocchio dragging Pib everywhere and trying to use the cat as a scapegoat for half the mischief he gets up to (the other half is things Pib actually did but no one believes a cat would be capable of); the weirdly intense social worker Mr. Wolf; Timothy’s coworkers at the local school Scheherazade and Aesop; and Pinocchio’s ever growing collection of stuffed animals including Senator, cricket, Pinocchicrow and Spinocchio
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nightfaeses · 1 year
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"You ask why I had loved her,
I ask; how could I not?" ☀
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radiocrypt-id · 1 year
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Elody is tragic, I think, in a way that feels very close to home?
She's a woman that met someone interesting and strange and became friends with him, happy to have a friend around, since her parents are too sick to be in her life all the time. She was a little girl forced to grow up so fast, to take every type of class and feel the weight of her station on her shoulders every day, growing closer to the time she has to step up and take over, desperate to be deserving of the title. Desperate to do her parents proud.
And she's got this friend now, this sweet, gross little frog that talks and says he's a prince. His story is a strange and sad one, one she maybe can't fully understand but offers what support and sympathy she can. If she even believes him, I'm not sure she really does. And he's funny. He makes her laugh, reminds her of the fun of the world, encourages her to take care of herself and enjoy things as often as possible, reminds her to be young and happy and live freely. And she needs that. She needs someone to look her in the eyes and tell her it's okay to be a kid. It's okay to play with her ball in the woods and it's okay to sing and dance and get dressed up and do the fun parts of being a princess. He brings her joy that she hasn't had in a long time. She loves that about him, how fun and silly and clumsy he is, it's charming. She falls in love with that silly frog.
But then Snowhold comes. They have no allies, their armies are failing, their people are dying and she's up all night going over maps and strategy at a table of advisors and generals and is so stressed and trying so hard. But her silly frog is still a silly frog. He thinks about balls and good food and safe castle walls. He tells her to relax, enjoy a meal, gossip about the nobles, have fun. He hasn't changed. But she's being forced to change. Now that silly levity isn't charming and fun, it's frustrating. She doesn't have time for games and can't see how hard he's trying to make her smile. She needs a Prince, a man to stand beside her at the war table and talk tactics and look for ways to save their home and people. She needs a fighter, a hero. But Gerrard has never been a hero, he's a frog. Elody was the hero. She saved him. And she's so exhausted by being the hero. She's always taking care of someone else. She just wants to be taken care of. She just wants help. It's hard to love someone the same way in times of trouble. It's hard to find the space in all the stress and work to love Gerrard the way she did when they met.
Elody does still love him though. She does. It's a painful sort of love, in believing that he's never going to change and be what she needs him to be, in that she's always going to be the hero for him. But she loves him. She carries a shield with a lillypad on it, she wields a mace with the golden ball as part of it, she's actively carrying him with her. She's thinking of her silly little frog and hoping he's safe, where ever he's gone to hide and when it's all over, when she's saved everyone and made everything better, she'll go find him again. And then she can take him to a ball, like he wanted. She wishes he was different, but doesn't think he'll change.
Imagine what she'll find, when they meet again? Her silly little frog is still silly and clumsy and thinking about her constantly, but he's a hero now. He fought and died with his friends. He's twice upon a time. He's been Outside, in The Lines Between. He's a fighter now, he's brave, he's friends with death itself. He's a commander, great at group tactics, vital to their group. And he's got a couple kids around him, that he's exhausted by but loves in some way. He scolds them and encourages them and he's kind of a dad? And he's been looking for her, not hiding. He's been trying to find her since he left, regretting leaving her behind but really not sure how he would have helped. And he loves her, god he loves her. Even as he turns into a frog from her falling out of love with him, Gerrard loves Elody. He loves her enough to be brave, to learn the things he never got a chance to learn before, to take care of others.
Elody is so loved, and she has no idea. She loves him enough to take care of everything by herself, holding onto what parts of him she has space for during this horrible time. But Gerrard loves her enough to die trying to find her.
She has to be his hero, she never had a choice in that, but unlike most cases in life, he's trying to be her hero too, and she has no idea.
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foggybear42 · 11 months
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gerard and elody have such an interesting dynamic, ‘cause elody is someone who had to grow up too quick, and gerard is someone who never had the chance to grow up in the first place
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allybeans · 1 year
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I love that gerard's attempt to find elody failed. yes he (and rosamund) might as well just gone with the others from the get go and they achieved nothing by splitting up. but it still mattered. it mattered because gerard knew it would almost certainly be futile but he still TRIED. there was something important to him, and the route to it was difficult, and he chose to do it anyway. he didn't take the easy or even the sensible way out.
and so it's important that he failed, because if they managed to find elody, this wouldn't be the poignant character moment that it is. it would feel like gerard's gamble had paid off, that he was clever, that he was right. instead he fails, and what we get is a man (frog) who has grown to understand that some things are worth fighting for, even if in the end you don't succeed. even if you know from the start you won't succeed.
because I don't think gerard, for a single second, regrets trying to look for elody. but he had to fail, in order for him (and us) to see: no matter the outcome, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how much it's the wrong thing to do, he will always. ALWAYS. try to find his way back to elody. because some things, and some people, are worth trying for.
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isit-allover · 1 year
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imagine being elody in this situation. your husband who you last saw dead with a glass shard in his chest shows up to the castle you’ve been living in with an old gay man, a cat, a wooden boy, a wolf girl, and another princess covered in briars. You have two (2) interactions with him. In the first, he says that he would be nothing without you. In the second he accuses your cool multidimensional princess sisterhood of trying to break the world, and then sings about hair being everywhere. The next time you see him, he is horribly injured and galloping away on an ice horse covered in a white sheet. this all happens within a few hours. wild.
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syb-rooks · 1 year
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The children of the kingdom love Prince Gerard of Greenleigh. He might not be brave, or responsible, or taking care of any of the country's multiple urgent problems but he always, always looks out for the kids.
He is never too busy to play with them, to tell them jokes, and silly anecdotes, give them candy and gifts. And his advices are not always good, and his stories mostly revolve around the Princess, and perhaps he always scolds the children when they talk about exploring the forest. No, children shouldn't stay outside the walls of the castle, especially not alone, especially not in the woods.
When he sees a small child sitting alone, he always tries to comfort them, make them laugh, orders the cooks to bake tons of biscuits and bring mugs of the sweetest hot chocolate.
And when a child is curt, when they are rude, or angry and hurting, the Prince keeps a hand on his sword, even though he has never used it. He keeps the kid in his sights, and looks around for any fairies who seek to teach a cruel lesson. He is probably too much of a coward to go against a fairy, he knows that. And he would probably stab himself trying to use his sword. But he'll wait until the child calms, until they dry their tears, and mumble apologies munching on scones.
It's the only thing he can do.
Then the war comes.
The Prince doesn't fight with the soldiers, with the parents, with the princess. He hides with the children in the cellar of the castle. He still tells stories but his voice is strained, and when he talks about the Princess and her adventures, he stops midsentence and stares at the castle walls. He hides in the shadows and doesn't allow anyone near him. He snaps and orders at the staff and some children whisper that he has a tongue as long and agile as a whip. He is never rude to the children though. Even when they cry, or scream or complain, he has endless patience, and tries to comfort them, even if his attempts at advice never work anymore.
One morning the children wake up and the Prince is gone. He took with him only the clothes on his back and a dusty book about fighting stances.
He leaves behind for the children books on fairy tales, tons of blankets and precious pillows from the royal bedchambers, and toys.
Between the pages of one of the fairy tale tomes, are some crinkled, yellowed, handwritten pages from a diary. A girl describing a meeting with a talking frog.
Those pages were left discarded. It didn't seem like a particularly interesting fairy tale after all.
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maybeimmac · 1 year
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Gerard my sweet
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natmadethis · 1 year
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my designs of the neverafter princesses<3 my beauties my girlbosses<3 they commit murder sometimes? at least they looked good doing it<3
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what a lovely golden toy
(ft. some direct inspiration taken from @polarsirens bc I adore their style)
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cary-atherton-art · 1 year
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DAUGHTERS OF THE CROWN
Cinderella / Rapunzel / Snow White / The Little Mermaid / Princess Elody /  Sleeping Beauty / The Beast
Commissions open!
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aeli-tan-art · 1 year
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really did not expect to fall in love with this rendition of the Frog Prince
song: Dust to Dust cover by Rafael Flexor
https://youtu.be/JX4pntrt3Fc
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stacy-fakename · 7 months
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We need a The Seven season 2 about the Daughters Of The Crown. Partially because I’m obsessed with The Seven’s energy, partially because I need more of these fairytale princesses. I also really want to see all the cut content from Neverafter (Goldilocks, The Old Woman In The Shoe, The Nutcracker, etc)
Erika and @quiddie have already claimed Snow White and Cinderella respectively, but what about the other girls? Here are my thoughts.
Snow White-Erika Ishii (duh)
Cinderella-Aabria Iyengar (duh)
Elody-Rekha Shankar (Elody already made me bawl so many times. Katja already made me bawl so many times. I know from Mice and Murder that she can pull that exes dynamic HARD. REHKA! DESTROY ME EMOTIONALLY PLEASE!! But seriously, she’s such an emotionally powerful actor, and this is a role I would implicitly trust her with.)
Mira-Isabella Roland (Do I just want her and her prince or Alba to have a romantic relationship so that I can freak out about how amazing Brennan and Izzy’s relationship is? Mayhaps. But seriously, Izzy always gets incredibly deep into her character, and I’d love to see her do that with as tragic of a character as Mira. Plus, part of the reason I love Mira so much is her rebellious streak (for lack of a better term), and I KNOW Izzy can bring that “fuck you world” energy.)
Rapunzel-Becca Scott (We know from The Seven that she can pull of INTENSE energy masterfully, and I would love to see her have that intensity with a more…devious character I suppose? I’m not sure if I’m making sense. Anyways, let my girl be cunning and cruel, I’m begging you. Give Becca this please.)
La Bête-Persephone Valentine (I hesitate to put this one, because I know the very common headcanon of La Bête as trans and I don’t want to treat Persephone as just “the trans one” like certain other people in this fandom. However, Persephone is just so good at portraying such a big character with so many underlying subtleties, it’s just perfect for her. Her ability to craft a character that seems so obviously one way at first glance, but with so many hidden layers and facets underneath is just amazing.)
Tell me your thoughts!! Sorry if any/all of this is bad, I wrote this at 3 am.
EDIT:Had some reblogs pointing out that Izzy and Sephie should be switched. Honestly, most of my time writing this post was dedicated to deciding just that!! Honestly, I could go either way on them, they would both be perfect for both! I mainly just went with what I did because I didn’t want to keep typecasting Persephone as “tragic water girl with abandonment issues”��. But yeah, Persephone would probably be the better choice for Mira and Izzy would probably be the better choice for La Bête.
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radiocrypt-id · 1 year
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The Sacrifice of The Frog Prince
The book, The Frog Prince, has been renamed.
No longer is it about a rude little boy, punished by a stranger and cursed to be a frog until someone decides to love him despite his flaws. No. Now, it is as we know it, The Princess and The Frog. Now it is about a little girl who met a silly little frog deep in the woods while she was playing, who returned her precious golden ball and claims to be a prince from some such other kingdom. Now the story, in which the princess was a means to an end, a lesson to be learned and then dismissed, is about the Princess and her choice to befriend a silly little frog from the pond. She is no longer the "true love" made just for the frog, but he is hers. The Frog is nameless, as many creatures are, as many princes are. For their names aren't important, just their roles.
The Frog, always claiming to be a prince, that the shape he's in is temporary, as soon as someone loves him enough despite his being a frog. He could be a prince again, if someone would just love him. Of course, The Frog is bound by a rigid idea of what love is. Of what the witch thought love was. Of what the Authors decided Love meant for a silly frog. There are many types of love, but that love isn't enough, not for them. It must be True, and Pure, and Perfect. It must be Romantic, from a Princess, in The Frogs case. Otherwise, how would he learn?
But he never really learned anything. Not from his story. Only after its end did he learn to look at himself and what he was and how his actions had consequences. Only after he made friends and knew love; unconditional, platonic, layered and silly love, did he learn anything. His party doesn't care that he's a frog, they don't care that he's a coward or that he's scared or angry or lost. They scream his victories to the moon, they soothe his wounds, share his losses, support his growth, hold him accountable for his wrongs. They love him, well and truly, not despite being a frog, but because of who he is and the frog is part of him, so they love the frog too. And not in the hopes he will become a prince one day, no, they never expect to see him a handsome human man, they don't care about his appearance or potential status. They love the Frog, no matter how he is.
Upon reflecting, Elody also loves Gerard The Frog, not in spite of his froggy state, but because he brings her joy and is her friend. That is the unique part of their shared story, they do not meet already in love, they grow into it. They are friends first, unlikely companions, a Princess and her silly, gross frog. It is unfortunate, that once The Frog becomes the Prince, and the story is over, that he forgets that. He is so worried about being a frog again, because he assumes that his potential to be a Prince is the only reason Elody loved him at all, that he forgets that she loved him before hand. It isn't until his party and the adventures they take and the hardships they share that he realizes he was wrong. Elody never wanted a Prince, she wanted her Frog, and she got neither one.
His apologies and warnings to her were sincere, his love of her is genuine, just as the Authors wanted. He loves Elody more than anything, how could he not? She's a force to be reckoned with, even before the wars. The Frog is finally a Prince when he makes the sacrifice he should have made from the beginning. It doesn't matter if he's a frog, he loves Elody and, on some level, she loves him. And stars is he grateful for any kindness from her, for any amount of love or care from her, because he knows he doesn't deserve a scrap of it. It is a treasure, precious and adored, and he will honour it the best he can.
The Frog gives up his name, his humanity, every piece of him he thought made him worthy of a love he was promised upon his cursing. Because love is not that simple or easy, and that sort of love should not be hoped for. He frees Elody of the expectation, the requirement that she Love him, that she be made for him in some way.
The Frog loves the Princess, and so he gives the Princess her freedom. Not in the hopes she will choose him anyway, not so she may appreciate the change and call him her hero. No. The Frog wishes the Princess happiness, where ever it may come from. He loves her more than he fears being unloved or abandoned. If her happiness is her freedom, and he has the power to grant her what she should have always had, then he will. He does.
The Frog frees the Princess from his Curse, and it is his hope she will be happy.
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thisisnotthenerd · 1 year
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bands of iron, bands of gold
Elody finds out about the siege from a messenger. Snowhold struck while her forces were scattered, holding back the rapid encroachment from the north.
“The women and children have gathered–,” he says, “--gathered in the cellar of the keep while the guardsmen defend from the parapets. They say the prince is with them, with so few guards to spare.”
“And what of the progress?” she pores over slowly shrinking territory on a map that changes every hour. The prince is with them.
“The castle walls have not been breached, and the keep remains unmolested. The people of Greenleigh are afraid, but hidden. They cannot last much longer without aid.”
“I will send all that I can, but we are more than a day’s ride out. Their forces here may yet seek to join the siege, and there are not enough soldiers even now to hold the line.”
“Whatever you can spare, your highness.” The prince is with them.
Prince Gerard is hidden in the keep of Castle Greenleigh, with the women and children of a falling kingdom.
As the troops under her command march back to the heart of Greenleigh, Elody cannot help the impulse to hold her mace. The gold, far less burnished now, dulled with the blood of enemy combatants, is far from the simple trinket it once was. This is not something that can be left to fall in a pond, to be found by something more than a frog. The weight of a kingdom rests in her hands, scepter and orb made a weapon of war.
She snaps back to attention as the verdant flags of Castle Greenleigh flutter on the horizon. The sigil of a lily flutters in the wind, torn to and fro as beings of ice and wind batter at the walls of the keep. The stones fall with every mile she pushes forth.
When all is said and done, the survivors emerge from the keep, eyes seeking the light and wincing at the brightness of the winter sun after weeks of darkness. One by one, they emerge from a battered keep, seeking the comfort of home.
She does not wait to see if he comes up, safe in the hope that he would not have left the castle.
The call to search comes hours later, when no one has seen the prince in over a day. Those that stayed with him only recall the reflection of bloodshot eyes in a shadowed corner, and the reassurance that war could not reach them dying down in the final days.
In all the rubble and destruction, there are many bodies–but none that she knows, warped as it has become.
Prince Gerard is gone, gone with the winds that battered the keep for days on end.
She sends scouts to search in the guise of monitoring the changes in borders as the Snow Queen sends her inhuman armies. Many people have fled Greenleigh in the wake of the battling soldiers, but there is no prince to be found among them.
The pond is her last resort–maybe the only place left in Greenleigh that has not truly been touched by war. It is a feeble hope that this worry might be allayed by whatever is there.
But indeed, there is only the pond she remembers from nearly twenty years ago–frozen over in the dead of winter, the frogs and fish far beneath the ice.
War has never stopped for love–why would it now? She cannot afford the time anymore than she can the heartbreak, buried as it is.
Prince Gerard is gone, gone like her parents, gone like the peace that Greenleigh cherished for decades.
Whispers of battles fought across the Neverafter reach Greenleigh as fast as all tales of war spread, rapid enough to know the nature of the danger only after the conclusion of the battle. Undead armies in the north, giants in Marienne, missing princesses and dead princes in faraway Elegy.
Jubilee is her closest ally in this ever growing war–the old king is solemn as he fights in the name of fiddlers three. When the kingdom falls she offers him a place in Greenleigh, if only for a moment’s respite. He thanks her, but leaves in the night for the Blackwood Forest.
After a while, she stops hearing from Old King Cole. At first, she sends scouting parties down the road to Shoeberg to track the latest caravan. The people who flee may brave the haunts of the Blackwood to find refuge in Shoeberg’s prosperity, as the world falls apart around it.
She goes herself on impulse, wanting to know what happened to the old king.
A ways off the path, she finds furniture, misshapen and warped into the proportions of men, wandering the Blackwood in search of flesh and blood, the magic that changed them fading into the air.
A day’s ride after she passes the border into Elegy, she happens upon a town, abandoned and falling apart as all things do in the Neverafter.
The remains of the fairy who made men of objects are easy to find in the outskirts of the abandoned home of the princess of Elegy. A large rotting pumpkin sits at the heart of a battlefield, surrounded by the rogue enchanted furniture. The fresh bodies are more unnerving than the silence of the clearing, disturbed only by the creaking of wood and metal joints that bend in strange and fractal ways.
The first is an old man–past the prime of life, limbs spread at odd angles–crushed by the enchanted creatures. He has the look of a budding witch, magic tinting the air around, but a strange lack of personal effects.
The second is that of a young woman in a tattered gown and small tiara. Her bow lays at her side, quiver emptied into the enchanted onslaught. The scavengers have already started to come for her far more than any other. When Elody moves the bow to try and see what felled this girl, this young princess far from the land of her birth, foreign briars creep up the wood towards her seeking hand. They do not grow from the cursed ground but seemingly from the girl herself.
The sight of a mutilated little girl is jarring; the various chests and tables surround a canyon in which she is the only occupant, presumably drawing fire from her allies. Had Elody and Gerard married earlier, she could have borne a daughter the same age as this girl in a red cloak, bearing the ax of a woodsman far larger than her.
The puppet left under the table must be the toy of the younger girl, abandoned on the battlefield. Shaped like a marionette’s attempt at a little boy, it reeks of fading enchantment magic and something else, darker than the innocent face would have her believe. The only thing marring the toy is a missing nose, ripped from a wooden face with clawed hands that do not match those of the martyred girl.
The cat in boots is peculiar, and sticks in her memories of Marienne, of a humble boy rising to become the Marquis de Carabas with the aid of a trickster. This little animal, mangled by magic, is far from the estate now, no title nor land to speak of. She would not have noticed it save for a little blue cape now stained with blood.
The fairy’s corpse is odd–the progress of rot and death more advanced than would be expected for something that could not have died more than a few days prior. At a glance, the magic sustaining her and the furniture is seeping into the blackened earth and spreading from the clearing with a vengeance. Elody brandishes her mace and approaches the fairy, hoping the magic is not a sign of the fairy’s life returning, when she sees it.
A glass shard, torn from a greater structure and bloodstained buried in the chest of a man whose eyes she recognizes, warped as they are. Gerard.
He looks more froglike than the last she saw of him, at the dinner table arguing that war could not reach them in the castle. His crown rests on his brow between bloodshot human eyes, ill-sized for a frog’s head. His hands, membranous and viridescent, are flayed where they desperately pull at the shard. The shard pins his body to the earth–much as she tries to remove it, she cannot without taking it into herself.
She walks from the battlefield, mace stowed and Gerard’s wedding ring on her right hand.
Prince Gerard is dead and gone, taken by the times of shadow. Not in Greenleigh, but in a forest, far from home, condemned again at the hands of a fairy.
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roll-for-gaslight · 1 year
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Okay so I know we're all a little preoccupied with the state of things with the princesses being absolutely crazy and Baba Yaga happening next episode but one thing has been sticking with me. Brennan narrated the whole Snow White comforting Elody when Gerard ran away thing and that's all well and good, but hear me out:
Elody isn't stupid. She's be shown to be independent, intelligent, and a strategist. No matter when lies Snow tells her, if the princesses reveal to her what their true plan is like they did with Rosamund because they think she's vulnerable, she will know the truth. Her and Gerard may be broken right now, but she will see that he was brave to tell her the truth in that castle where there was danger all around despite his obvious fear. She will see that he really did have to leave right then and it is not his fault he had to, and ideally she will look back on that conversation and realize he wanted her to come with him and he really was going to come back. She's not stupid. I feel like there's no way, when push comes to shove, she'll side with the Princesses in their plan.
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