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het_reccersFandom Category: Snow White and the Huntsman (2012)
Pairing: Snow White/The Huntsman
Fic Title: I hold with those who favor fire
Author: kaydeefalls
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/450849
Rating/Warning(s): mature
Genre: post-film
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A great three-dimensional look at Snow White that examines her journey and does a fantastic job at expanding on the source material. The writing is very crisp and engaging, and I like how the author develops the relationship between Snow White and the Huntsman.
Spring is lush, with just the right amounts of rain; all reports indicate that the harvests will prove extraordinarily plentiful, enough to replenish their depleted granaries twice over. Snow White kneels in her chapel and gives thanks to the Lord for His blessings.
The captain of her Queen's Guard is waiting for her at the door, frowning pensively. "Is this where you will kneel to your William, when you are married?" he asks.
She arches an eyebrow. "Did you not marry in a church, Huntsman?"
"Oh, aye," he says. "But the village churches are different. And it was during the Dark Times." This is how the people now refer to Ravenna's rule; no one ever speaks her name. "We didn't have a priest; he'd died in the wars, like so many of the men. No one cared to remember the old vows. No one expected a woman to swear to love, honor, or obey a man who'd like as not be off to battle again before the month was out, and she herself dragged off to meet the Dark Queen. But Sarah and I did the hand-fasting there all the same."
She can't bear the lingering sorrow in his tone, the shadows in his eyes. She'd never meant to dredge up such ill memories. "I am sorry," she says. "I didn't mean to pry."
"Will you vow to obey your husband, to be ruled by him?" the Huntsman presses, strangely intent. "Is that what you truly believe God requires of you?"
"That is what my councillors require of me, it seems," she says wryly. "But what concern is it of yours?"
He meets her eyes with his usual forthright gaze. "I would hate to see you on your knees for any man, my lady."
Her heart stutters in her breast, her breath getting somehow tangled in her throat. He gives her a crisp half-bow and pushes open the heavy oak door for her. The late afternoon sunlight tumbles into the chapel, catching gold strands in his hair and the blue of his eyes. Her crown may be a vise around her skull, but when he looks at her like that, she almost forgets it entirely.
The very next morning, when one of her advisors once again raises the issue of her marriage in the middle of a completely unrelated and vastly more pressing discussion of market prices in the capital versus the neighboring villages, she dismisses him from her Council on the spot.
Pairing: Snow White/The Huntsman
Fic Title: I hold with those who favor fire
Author: kaydeefalls
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/450849
Rating/Warning(s): mature
Genre: post-film
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A great three-dimensional look at Snow White that examines her journey and does a fantastic job at expanding on the source material. The writing is very crisp and engaging, and I like how the author develops the relationship between Snow White and the Huntsman.
Spring is lush, with just the right amounts of rain; all reports indicate that the harvests will prove extraordinarily plentiful, enough to replenish their depleted granaries twice over. Snow White kneels in her chapel and gives thanks to the Lord for His blessings.
The captain of her Queen's Guard is waiting for her at the door, frowning pensively. "Is this where you will kneel to your William, when you are married?" he asks.
She arches an eyebrow. "Did you not marry in a church, Huntsman?"
"Oh, aye," he says. "But the village churches are different. And it was during the Dark Times." This is how the people now refer to Ravenna's rule; no one ever speaks her name. "We didn't have a priest; he'd died in the wars, like so many of the men. No one cared to remember the old vows. No one expected a woman to swear to love, honor, or obey a man who'd like as not be off to battle again before the month was out, and she herself dragged off to meet the Dark Queen. But Sarah and I did the hand-fasting there all the same."
She can't bear the lingering sorrow in his tone, the shadows in his eyes. She'd never meant to dredge up such ill memories. "I am sorry," she says. "I didn't mean to pry."
"Will you vow to obey your husband, to be ruled by him?" the Huntsman presses, strangely intent. "Is that what you truly believe God requires of you?"
"That is what my councillors require of me, it seems," she says wryly. "But what concern is it of yours?"
He meets her eyes with his usual forthright gaze. "I would hate to see you on your knees for any man, my lady."
Her heart stutters in her breast, her breath getting somehow tangled in her throat. He gives her a crisp half-bow and pushes open the heavy oak door for her. The late afternoon sunlight tumbles into the chapel, catching gold strands in his hair and the blue of his eyes. Her crown may be a vise around her skull, but when he looks at her like that, she almost forgets it entirely.
The very next morning, when one of her advisors once again raises the issue of her marriage in the middle of a completely unrelated and vastly more pressing discussion of market prices in the capital versus the neighboring villages, she dismisses him from her Council on the spot.
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