Based on the Disney Version of Cinderella. The King has a talk with Cinderella, getting to know the mother of his grandchildren. I don't own Cinderella not even a DVD copy version.

"Cinderella the king requested you join him for some tea," said the grand duke. He had walked in on the private moment between the prince and Cinderella. The prince looked at the grand duke and made a face that meant: really, right now?

The prince sighed and Cinderella looked at both of the men.

"Oh I'd... I'd like that," she said. The prince, whose real name was Charles, kissed her before rushing off. He really didn't have much to do anyway. He had decided to let her and his father have some private time. Charles just knew that his father wanted to talk about grandchildren though.

"Come now princess," said the grand duke. He had taken her by his arm, the prince waved before going to his room. The grand duke whose real name really was Pierre didn't say much on the way to the tea room.

There was an elegant tea set in front of her. The king smiled as she sat down. This girl was beautiful with a orange tint to her hair. She had a dress on that had replaced her old work clothes. The dress was a beautiful shade of light blue and short sleeves. Her eyes matched the dress perfectly.

"Come on now tell me what's your real name? Surely it can't be Cinderella now," said the king handing her a teacup. She gracefully accepted it like a real princess would. She thought for a moment, she hasn't been called by her real name in years. Her own step-mother even called her by the nickname. The king drank a bit of his own tea watching her.

Cinderella didn't know what to say. She looked down at her hands in her lap embarressed, she had never really given her name much thought before.

"Well its really Eleanor and my father called me Ella. The cinder part was added when I was about 8. My step sister Drizella had thrown my doll into the ashes from the fire. She and my other step-sister Anastacia started to call me Cinderella when I became covered in the cinders, I guess the name stuck..."

Never in her life had she felt ashamed until right now. Maybe this was a giant mistake to be here and married to the prince. She should be at home and washing her step-mothers clothes. Then she scolded herself in her head, anything could be better then that. She could get through anything that would come her way.

The king was satisfied with this answer, Eleanor was a beautiful name. It was also the name of his mother once upon a time.

"And your family?" he asked curious to know. Not that it mattered anyway, he just wanted his son married.

"My parents are Orville and Jacqueline. My mother died when I was about 5 she was very sick. A couple years later my father died of the same thing. After that my step mother took over and I was forced to work in my own house."

At this the king had to gasp that women had no write to treat her like that. The name Orville was a familiar name to him. He just wasn't sure where to place it. Perhaps a squire on the outskirts of the town? Either way he liked this girl.

"Without being rude would you mind but how old are you? How do you feel about children?"

"Not all I'm only 20... Children? Well I... kids but I haven't really taken care of a child before. I would love a couple of my own, perhaps 4," she said setting her tea cup on the table, face down with the spoon on top of it. This meant that she would take no more tea.

The king smiled a joyous smile and right then hugged her. He was getting his grandchildren and sooner then her thought.

Well there you go my cute meaningless Cinderella fic. A little on the short side by oh well.