Goddess of Magic: A Snow White retelling (Kingdom of Fairytales Snow White Book 4)

me work out whether or not it was true, and if it wasn't, he wouldn't judge me for believing it for a small amount of time. I knew him too well for that.
"I think I'm seeing the future," I blurted.
"In your dreams?" he checked as he set down his teacup.
I nodded. "But not just then. I think I can do it when I want to, as well. Kind of."
"Huh." He leaned back in his seat, processing what I'd said. "I hadn't even considered that as a possibility for the things you were seeing."
I sipped my tea, nearly burning my tongue in the process. Once I set it down, I shrugged. "I hadn't either until last night. But after what I saw, it all slotted together, and suddenly made sense."
"What did you see?" he asked.
"Remember, I told you about the underground room and the people with the golden eyes?"
"Yes. You said they looked like yours."
"They do. I think....they have something to do with where I came from," I admitted. "But I have no idea why I think that."
He pondered for a moment. "I think that does make sense, especially because you don't know anything about your past. Is there any way we can find out more about your birth without asking awkward questions?"
I shook my head. "I doubt it. You're one of the only people outside my family who even knows I'm not my parents' child."
"How did they even manage to cover that one up?" he asked. "From what I've seen, the Enchantians are very into watching everything you royals do."
"I'm not sure. But a lot of Enchantian women hide their pregnancies with a glamour. I'm not sure how it works, other than it being a spell."
"I can think of a few that would work," he agreed. "But it does bring up the question of why."
Before I could help it, an exasperated sigh escaped. "Because magic makes it easier to look perfect, and that's what everyone wants. It's why you won't ever spot anyone with a wine stain, or gravy down their front despite the fact they all wear white."
"And your aversion to the color is because you do like to spill on yourself?" he teased.
An uncharacteristic giggle escaped me. "It's more to do with wanting to be able to be my own person. It's hard when everyone else is wearing exactly the same thing. So, when I was twelve, I decided I didn't want to go around in white all the time."
"You could have done that with color instead of just black."
I shrugged. "Maybe. But I liked the way all black looked."
"It surprises me people haven't copied your style yet," he joked.
"Maybe no one likes it." The thought hadn't crossed my mind before, and it didn't particularly bother me. People could copy my style if they really wanted to. It was no skin off my nose. Of course, there were other people at the palace who didn't always wear white. Mostly, visitors or people who otherwise shunned magic. They stood out, but they were in the minority. Not that anyone treated them any worse for it. That wasn't what Enchantia was all about.
"I'm sorry, we seem to have gotten side-tracked. You were telling me about your dream and seeing the future," he prompted.
"Oh, right, yes." I'd actually forgotten that was why I'd come here. It was so easy to get lost in conversation with him. He was like no one I'd ever met.
I leaned back in my chair and took a drink before carrying on. It wouldn't do to let myself get dehydrated.
"I saw the room again, but they had a newspaper from Saturday."
"That doesn't seem likely." Topher ran a hand through his hair, making it even scruffier than it already was.
"No. At first, I thought it was an early print, but that didn't make sense. Why would I be seeing that yesterday?"
"It’d be too early," he agreed. "Especially if it was overnight too..."
"I hadn't even thought about that. But yes. Once I'd worked out that it wasn't likely the paper was an early edition, I made the leap to it being the future."
He nodded along as I spoke.
"That makes sense to me, too."
I glanced down at my knee, fiddling with the hem of my skirt as I thought about the next question I wanted to ask. It was hard to take this seriously, still. Even with Topher believing me.
"Have you heard about anyone else being able to do this?" I blurted. If anyone knew anything, it would be him. Topher seemed to know a little bit about everything. It was one of the things I liked about him. I could actually ask him stuff.
"No, but I can look into it and see if anyone I know has."
"That's all right. You don't have to. We have more important things to worry about," I reminded him.
"I'll just ask while I'm grilling them for other information." He flashed me a reassuring grin, and it was all I needed to know he was telling the truth.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"Have you managed to see the future while you're awake?" The curiosity in his voice was hard to miss, and I found myself smiling as a result. This was what I liked about spending time with him. He knew exactly what questions to ask and was genuinely interested in the way I answered.
I nodded. "I managed earlier, but I didn't see much. Only a maid coming to my room and more of the underground room." Neither of which seemed particularly interesting.
"Anything of use?" he asked as he refreshed our cups. I hadn't even realized I'd finished my tea.
"Not really. The people weren't really doing anything. They were nervous about something, but I had no way of telling what it was. After I processed it, I was certain it was something to do with what's happening in Urbis, but I don't know why." I picked up my new tea and took a sip.
It was a little bitter, having steeped for too long. But for this conversation,