Misunderstood Queen: The Truth Behind the Evil Queen

They call me The Evil Queen. It echoes through the townspeople’s whispers like a curse I never asked for. But I ask you this—what makes a person evil? A single decision? A moment of weakness? Or a lifetime of being misunderstood?

This is not a story of cruelty, but of a woman whose voice was never heard until now.

A New Beginning with a Heavy Crown

When I married the King, I knew I was stepping into a world of responsibility. He was kind but distracted, and our marriage was more political than passionate. I didn’t mind. At the time, I was still known as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. That title, though shallow to some, meant everything to me. In a world where women are praised only for their looks or dismissed for their age, beauty was my armor, my power.

Snow White, the King’s young daughter, was innocent and wide-eyed. I welcomed her, though there was always a distance between us. I was her stepmother, never truly her family, not in the eyes of the court, nor the gossiping maids.

But as the years passed and my youthful glow began to fade, the whispers started—Snow White was growing into a stunning young woman. The very townspeople who once sang praises of my beauty now began comparing me to her. And just like that, the title I had clung to was gone.

The Weight of Expectations

In our kingdom, a woman’s worth is so easily measured by how pleasing she looks. Nobody teaches us how to age with grace when the world turns its back on you for wrinkles and weary eyes. I began to feel invisible. Forgotten. Replaced. And worst of all, by someone who was not even my own blood.

Let me be clear: I never hated Snow White. She is gentle, kind, and effortlessly beautiful. But her existence was a daily reminder of what I had lost. And so, consumed by despair and craving to be seen again, I made a series of choices I am not proud of.

Sending her into the forest? Yes, that was me. But not out of hatred. I was desperate, not malicious. I wanted the spotlight to return to me, to feel powerful again. The poisoned apple? It wasn’t meant to kill—only to pause, to interrupt the fairytale long enough for me to breathe.

Everyone faces jealousy at some point. Mine just had a crown on top.

Redemption in Departure

People always forget that Snow White survived. Deep down, I always knew she would. I may have lost my way, but I never truly wanted her dead. I just wanted to be seen—really seen—for more than my fading face and the cold title of “stepmother.”

Now that she is to be wed to Prince Charming and crowned Queen, I’ve made my choice. I will not be the shadow at her wedding. I packed my belongings, left behind the jewels, the mirrors, and the throne. There’s no place for me here anymore. Before anyone could exile me, I exiled myself.

Where am I going? Somewhere far, somewhere quiet—maybe a village where no one knows my name. Maybe there, I can be more than a tale parents tell to frighten their children. Maybe I can be the fairest again—but this time, in my own eyes.

So yes, I am the so-called Evil Queen. But now you know the truth.

I was never evil. I was simply misunderstood.

Moral of the Story:

Everyone has their own truth hidden behind the labels society gives them. Before casting judgment, take time to understand someone’s pain—what you call wickedness might just be heartbreak in disguise.