Cinderella adjusted her head-scarf. She repositioned the mop in her thin, calloused hands, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes. Sigh. She'd thought that after moving to the Castle, she'd be free from chores and live on strawberries and cream. Wrong. She was working harder than before. And considering her step-sisters used to make her scrub the dead skin between their toes, that was saying a lot.
Prince Charming lounged on a chaise lounge, his eyes glued to the telly. A packet of Doritos rested beneath the sofa, from which Charming would periodically fish a chip and pops it into his mouth.
Cinderella glared at him with a look that could wither cornstalks. Had Charming not been so engrossed with his programme, he would probably have shriveled up and died. Lousy lout, what had she ever seen in him? What was she thinking? She had only known him for what, 30 minutes? And the nicest thing he'd done for her was return her glass slipper. And what does she do? She goes and marries him.
"CHARMING" she barked, arms akimbo. Charming peered meekly up at his wife. This isn't good. He braced himself as one might do if one is faced with an impending tornado. "Y-yess, Darling?" he secretly wished she'd move a little, she was blocking the screen. But Cinderella doesn't budge. "Charming has you cleared out the Castle store-house? I asked you to do that last week you know," Cinderella asked, her eyes glinting.
Charming gulped. "Um...you did? I-I don't recall! Maybe later Darling, Liverpool is playing right now..." Cinderella cut him off. "It's always "later"! You never do anything I ask you. I have to do EVERYTHING in this damn castle because you're too stingy to ever hire castle staff!" "Well its not exactly my fault! The Castle budget is too low and...." Charming whined.
Cinderella cut him off again. "Excuses excuses! By the way, I heard you been seeing That Woman again!" Charming began to sweat. "Well err...it IS my job! She's the Brazilian ambassador and it's my duty to see her!" Cinderella rolled her eyes. "Uh huh and I'm sure you see a lot or her too! Wearing that skimpy outfit, it simply DISGUSTS me!"
Charming bristled. "Honey can we discuss this later? I really want to watch this match..." Cinderella snarled. "Oh you want to watch TV, do you?"
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The next day a popular gossip magazine quoted the castle gardener in its Royalty Exclusive. Apparently, Prince Charming was seen later that day fishing a large plasma television out of the Castle moats.
Iridescent Firefly: Yes i know this one was a little short but its just a...warmer-upper. But later chapters are a tad longer.