Titanic's Cinderellas'
AN: Hello all. Since I changed my name from 1bluesapphire, a writer who mostly wrote only Harry Potter, to Sapphire Jacqueline Stone, an author who wants to write a multitude of stories for a multitude of fandoms, this is my first story. It is going to be based on both Titanic and Cinderella, with William Murdoch and Charles Lightoller (the first and second officers respectively) as princes of Scotland and England, and their wives, Ada and Sylvia, both as Cinderella. Hope you enjoy it.
SJS
April 8, 1912
The sun rose high above the imposing, Gothic exterior mansion. Stone Gargoyles looked down on passerby disdainfully, much like the family of the three vain, narcissistic, and cruel women who resided in that imposing place. The sunrise went through a cycle of radiant rose to aqua, sending warm early spring sunlight in through several windows, and the glass panes of several closed French doors. The lawns of the area were well-kept and tidy, roses grew in beautiful and immaculately maintaned rows of yellow, magenta, blue, red, purple, and pink, and a family of swans and cygnets swam about on the surface of a smooth clear pond.
The French doors were rapidly opened by a young woman with dark curly hair, and she sighed contentedly. She would never dare to fling open those doors, for if Madame Holly were to catch her, she would locked in the cellar for two days without food, and then be made to do twice as much work as she usually did, in the course of a day.
"It's a glorious day, wouldn't you say, Ada?" A soft voice inquired from behind her. Ada turned with a light smile, and nodded at her closest friend, Sylvia, who was dressed in the simple black dress, flat shoes, white apron and cap that all maids of the Pompadour Mansion were required to wear.
"'Stunning' would be a better choice of word, I reckon," Ada told her with another smile, and Sylvia rolled her dark blue eyes.
"Speaking of stunning, did you see those amazing outfits for Madame Holly, Miss Charlotte, and Miss Danielle that turned up yesterday?" She inquired.
"Yes, all those amazing clothes tailor-made for them by Givroni and Pagani, just so that they can have the best for their trip aboard the RMS Titanic on Thursday," Ada said, just as the meal bell began to ring.
"Killjoy," they both muttered, and joined the many other maids awaiting them in the foyer; stern Mrs. Thompson impatiently waiting for them.
"I sent you out to open the main entrance doors, Ada and Sylvia, not to talk about and waste precious time," she said crossly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Thompson, " they apologized meekly.
She shook her head, and tutted, before turning to the staff. "Right, know as you all very well know, the ladies of this fine household are heading to New York on the Titanic this Thursday. They are leaving for Southampton tomorrow morning. I therefore want their luggage packed neatly , and as for you two," she added, pointing at Ada and Sylvia, "Madame Pompadour would like to see you both in her study in an hour. "
Both of them exchanged curious glances. What could Madame Pompadour want see them for?
An hour later found Ada and Sylvia striding briskly towards the study of Holly, and Sylvia knocked.
A cold voice, icier than ice, called out "Enter."
Both girls swallowed nervously, before straightening up, and entered the study. It was a beautiful room, and looked more like a miniature ballroom. Two diamond chandeliers hung from the ceiling, valuable paintings adorned the pale blue walls, and set in the middle of the room was a magnificent mahogany desk.
Madame Holly Pompadour watched the two servants approach, her lips pursed as she daintily sipped on a cup of tea, the cup made from bone china.
"Good morning, Ma'am," Sylvia said, sinking into a bow, Ada following suit.
"Indeed it is a good morning. I have something important to discuss with you," she said, and leaned forward.
"You see, both of my lovely daughters are engaged to billionaires in New York, and both men are well equipped with staff. Or, to make a long story short, when we get to New York, you two are out of a job," she said coolly.
Both friends looked at her in horror, before she smiled and said, "So, as your last act of looking after my children, you shall still be their maids on the maiden voyage of the RMS Titanic."
Ada gasped loudly, and Sylvia's brows shot up into her hairline, as Holly lifted up an envelope and handed it to them. "Don't lose these. They are your steerage tickets. You may go now," she said, and with another bow, the two girls left.
TITANIC
A good way away, at Buckingham Palace, two princes in their late thirties, William and Charles, rode on beautiful white horses in the paddock. King George V smiled at them as they cantered about. The king was fond of the two princes, as they had the kindness and the wisdom of princes, and they were never cruel to anyone.
Prince William of Scotland laughed gaily as Charles chased him through the forest on horseback, yelling "Ye cannae beat me, Charles!" as he urged his own horse on through a shallow stream.
Prince Charles of England laughed back as he gained on him. "Oh really? Says who?" As he caught up with William, however, Will's horse stamped its right hind leg into the water, splashing Charles' horse, who reared up, forcing him to hang on tightly.
"That'll do, Silver," Will told the horse sternly, before coaxing him into a canter and headed back up to the castle. Charles huffed, before shaking his head and headed back to the castle as well.
"Prick, " Charles muttered, and Will laughed. "I heard that. "
"You were meant to, " Charles called out, racing up to his closest friend and soon they were riding back to the castle together.
King George smiled at them as they neared , and two maids approached with a bow, as did two stable boys.
Climbing down, the two princes handed the reins over to the stable boys, before heading inside to freshen up.
"Good ride today, aye Charles? " Will asked.
"Indeed," Charles agreed. Then, he added with a smile, "Are you looking forward to the Titanic's maiden voyage on Wednesday? "
"Yes, I hope to find one to marry, and you are as well, seeing as both of our wives passed away three years ago," Will said, looking sad and wistful as he thought of his own wife, Emily. She had been a wonderful wife, even though she hadn't been able to bear children. He had still loved her all the same.
Charles' wife, Charlotte, had tried several times to bear children, but she had never been successful. Then, three years ago, both of their wives had caught breast cancer, and had passed away one rainy night .
Will shook his head, and smiled at Charles. "Yes," he agreed. "It'll be fantastic. "
Hope you enjoy this.