Snow white! Reader x Crown prince/Huntsman! Russia

"Long ago, much-" Euphrasie started, only to get interrupted by her youngest sibling, Isaiah.
"Why does Euphrasie get to narrate, Kias!?" Isaiah groaned
"She is older than us" Kias laughed.
"Shut up! the story is already late! We have no time to argue so I'm narrating first!" Euphrasie glared at the twins, "As I was saying, Long ago, much longer than we could ever imagine, was the dying kingdom of Envious, lived a young lady named (Y/N). She is more commonly known as Snow White, This is the true story..."
-----------------------Cue the thing in movies where the voice stops being heard------------------------------
You sat down on the small chair and stared at your step-mother. You and your step-mother had just gotten into an argument about how she was ruling the country. Your step-mother, Natalia Alfroskaya, was taxing the peasants seventy percent of the gold they earn and beheading them if they paid less. Another thing you disagreed with was her usage of the tax money. Instead of helping the people by improving conditions with the money, she would buy strange gifts to give to the crown prince of the kingdom Misunderstood. 
"Mother, the kingdom is failing, you can't keep this up!" you tired to reason with Natalia, yet failing with each attempt. "Prince Ivan has disappeared so why keep sending him gifts!?" You exclaimed, slowly getting tired of this constant bickering with your step-mother. "I told you already, he will marry me if I send him these gifts even while he is gone!" Natalia countered about ready to stab her daughter. You stood and walked out of the room done with the talk.
You plopped yourself on your bed and sighed.  You then reached to your bed stand and grabbed the gift given to you by a young boy from your past. You always thought back to him when you felt upset about something.
--)(--Flashback--)(--
You sat on the cold rock beside the swift blue and white of the river. The warm, salty tears running down your face. The village children had been bullying the five-year-old you for quite some time now and it was beating on you even if you didn't show it to them. The tears dropped on your knees in small drops as you hugged your knees closer to your chest. You didn't want to let them win by seeing you cry like this. This place was your special spot that you were sure only you knew of.
Rustle. Rustle. Your head bolted up as you looked in the direction of the shaking bushes. You were met by the purple eyes of the cutest boy you'd ever seen. Of course, you didn't recognize him. "What's wrong, Sunflower?" the little boy asked you quietly. "N-nutting!" You answer as you started to wipe the tears away from your cheeks. "Oh, little Sunflower! Why hide it? you may tell me anything!" he exclaimed as he walked to you and wiped away a straggling tear that your chubby hands had missed. "You'll make fun of me dough! I don't wanna be made fun of" you said quietly. "Oh, Sunflower, I would never make fun of you!" he said gently. his kindness was the first you had been given in many years. You told him what the other kids had been saying to you. You were sure he hardly understood what you said because you were blubbering like a fool!
"Sunflower! They are just jealous of your adorableness!" the boy exclaimed. "You’re lying! There is nutting adowable about a parentless kid wike me!” You blubbered.
“How about this, I’ll give you this box and keep the key to it.” He said happily, trying to cheer you up.
“What good is it if you kewp the kwy?” You blubbered.
“When we get older and look for each other, you’ll have the box and I’ll have the key! It’s a perfect way to find each other!” The purple eyed boy exclaimed
“You mean you want to meet wit me! Again!” You blubbered excitedly.
“Of course!”  The boy exclaimed happily.
--)(--Flashback end--)(--
You grinned to yourself. That was your favorite memory. You turned the circular box around in your hands. It was white with green swirls in a small pattern snaking around the entire thing. It was your treasure.

----Story interruption----

“I wish I had one of those boxes…” Isaiah mumbled.
“Shut up!” Euphrasie yelled at Isaiah.
“Euphrasie! There is no need to be angry!” Kias exclaimed.
“There is plenty of a need!” Euphrasie screamed as she started to chase Isaiah around the recording room.
“I apologize! Only Euphrasie and Isaiah know this story well! I have to end it here for now! Tune is next time and tell Mira what you think.” Kias chirped cheerfully. Euphrasie paused the chase for a moment to say “Please, and thank you!”