That… certainly sounded like an unflattering description of herself. But… pansy? Spineless? Disgrace? That first word hadn’t even been invented in her time yet and still she could tell it was not how she’d recount her story! And did she say something about a Prince…?
All questions and no answers, that’s what Snow had. Her fragile body didn’t stand a chance against Katlina’s single pull, sending the petite Princess over her lap with a frail “ah!” til she landed on her gut with her pretty bottom perked up. “P-punished?!” Snow asked aloud, and was quickly answered after. “Ow!” She squeaked, the first strike to her bottom being the stinging response to her question. “N-no! You can’t-...”
Throwing her skinny shoulders left and right, Snow struggled over Katlina’s lap, her face beet red. “Y-you can’t hit me there!... P-please, leave me be!” She squealed.
Meanwhile, through the thick brush of the forest, several pairs of tiny eyes watched in fear as the Princess was being handled. Many rodents and birds of varying sizes exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.
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