"Snow White," Prince Alcott said dreamily as he thoroughly enjoyed having Snow sit on his lap kissing her. He opened his eyes and looked at her, it seemed, for the first time, and then licked his lips.

"You taste of strawberries."

Snow giggled, remembering Napoleon's primping. If only he knew! But now wasn't the time to tell him, just enjoy the moment.

Prince Alcott was mesmerized by her giggle. It was so good to hear her laugh and see her face beam especially after their encounter in the woods the other day.

"How did you do that?" he said, smiling lovingly at her.

She giggled once more and let him taste her some more.

As they finished kissing, Alcott wanted to put his arms around Snow, but then he finally realized that his hands were firmly bound behind him as he was sitting on a chair that looked like it was meant for a child.

"Uh, Snow," he said as he tried to pry his hands loose, then looked behind him.

"Why are my hands bound?" he asked.

Snow gasped and jumped up from his lap to grab her dagger, and with one swipe, swiftly released Alcott's ropes.

"Forgive us," she said, "it was necessary at the time." She threw the ropes to the side. She also figured now would not be a good time to go over the litany of things they did in their effort to break the spell.

"Huh?" he asked as he stretched his legs. "Who's us?"

He looked around and up as he heard a chorus of cheers and the pitter patter of footsteps running down the stairs.

"What did I say, huh?" Napoleon bragged. "True love's kiss."

Alcott opened his mouth at all seven dwarves as they gathered around the two of them. All of them were talking at the same time, some congratulating Snow, some patting him in the back or rather the backside as he towered head, shoulders and thighs above them. He then looked at the diminutive house they were standing in and then realized where he was.

"How - why -" he stammered, looking to Snow for help.

"Yes, yes, you are," Grimm said as he handed Alcott his clothes they stole from him the other day.

Alcott took several seconds to process why he was being handed his clothes, and a terrifying thought crossed his mind that he was actually naked. He then quickly glanced down and saw he was wearing bright colored clothes that were clearly not his style.

"How - why -" he stammered again as he dumbly took his clothes from Grimm.

Snow smiled at him gently laid her hand on his arm, then led him to her private sleeping area.

"We'll explain it all. Go and get changed," as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

As she turned to leave, he grabbed her hand. Her breath hitched as she took a quick step towards him. He then slowly raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Thank you," he said.

She reached up to touch his cheek with her other hand, then closed the curtain behind her.

He was thankful to get out the gawdy clothes. Through the curtains, he heard rustling and overlapping chatter as Snow and the dwarves set the table for dinner.

Napoleon sidled up to Snow and nudged her.

"So," he whispered, "was it everything you thought it would be?"

Alcott heard Snow laugh again and he smiled to himself.

He didn't know what had caused her to laugh or by whom, but it did not matter. Right there and then, he vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to always make her happy, to always hear her laugh, no matter the cost to him.

THE END