It wasn't about a girl with skin as white as snow or the fairest of the land, but about a woman who never had a say in her direction. All she desired to do was live, yet all she was seen as was evil. Her name was Viola, not ruthless, a psycho or a killer queen. From being brought up without parents, only her aunts in an area where women had no value, was her life supposed to be better because of a mark. An apple birthmark was her ticket to the palace,...