The snake queen was no beauty.
Her scales were of a deep emerald, but they were rough to the touch, like sandpaper. Her amber eyes were set into coy slits that closed completely when she smiled. She dressed richly, in sequined gowns that shone brighter than the moon, but no amount of shimmer could disguise the reptilian form handed to her by fate.
Her subjects, nevertheless, were proud of their queen. She killed with ease. Her tongue shot out – slap! – and the human was done for. Their queen was an expert killer, like no other before her.
She could take on the burliest of human warriors, but she didn’t want them.
It was the maidens she craved.
She lay in the grass and watched them. She watched their golden tresses glimmer in the sunlight, licked her lips as their soft skin brushed against wild daisies fluttering in the breeze.
And, when the moment was right, she struck.
The commander of the human king’s army was one of the burly warriors she’d left behind. After the reptile kingdom had fallen to his men he entered her chambers, stepping over the bodies of her guards.
He wanted to see her one last time before the kingdom was burned to the ground. This was more out of curiosity than anything else. He’d heard that one of his mages had turned her to stone.
He found her still figure before an ornate mirror.
She was gazing into its depths, a wistful smile melting her lipless mouth.
But it was not her reflection in the mirror.
The queen in the mirror had golden tresses that glimmered in the soft light, and her face was human, soft and pink.
The commander wondered what kind of magic this was. It didn’t matter, he supposed. He’d have to burn the mirror along with everything else.
He looked back to the real queen.
She remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the reflection in the mirror.
There was happiness in her stone eyes.
(Image courtesy of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo)
Written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto Prompt: Enigma