Authors Note - Hello! It's me again! I'm so sorry I haven't been on for a while, been out of action due to one thing or another and I just haven't felt the need to write anything so far. Add to the fact it gets so cold in my house sometimes that I can't type it's not very good :/

This is Cinderella (2015) story. I watched it the other day and I'm just hooked! Although I've always love the concept of Cinderella and the happily ever after even though I know such things won't happen in real life.

I just loved Kit and Ella and I had a few ideas on where I wanted it to go. Such as what happens after they leave Ella's house and before the wedding.

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the things in my story just the plot line of w

what happens!

Chapter Two

The walk up to the Attic seemed to take forever to Kit. It might have something to do with the fact there seemed to be a thousand winding steps to get up there. Upon reaching the top, the door was pulled to but looking closer, it was not fully closed. The Captain turned to him, expression grave and it took all Kit had to not start panicking. "Prepare yourself Kit, you will not be happy with what you see upon walking through this door." Only making his mind fear even worse possibilities, he swiftly nodded and gulped inaudibly as Cornelius pushed the door open in one swift push. Following his old friend, at first he couldn't see his beloved but as he walked further into the room it became apparent as to where she was and to what state she was in. His grip on the slipper loosened to the point it almost dropped out of his hand upon seeing the bruised and battered body of Cinderella leaning up sideways against the wall underneath the open window. Her hair was in a bad state of disarray, the once wonderful curls matted with brown, tangled together as one, wrapped in an off white cotton band to keep it off of her face and back. The parts of her face that weren't covered in ash, were bruised black and blue, as well as the rest of her uncovered body. The dress she had on was probably a very nice dress, in its day, but now it is only a piece of cloth covering her body, albeit not very well. It too was covered in varying stages of drying red liquid, which would no doubt be Cinderella's own blood, as he arms and hands were also covered in it.

The gasp from her mouth bough him out of his thoughts and he tightened the grip on the slipper which had been about to slip out of his hand. Ignoring everything else, he hurried over to her and collapsed beside her on his knees, eye's as wide as hers as he scoured her face for something. Cinderella was also doing the same, however her eye's also held a copious amounts of pain there too and just the sight of her made not only Kit but also Cornelius' blood boil. Setting the slipper on the floor next to her curled up legs, his hands came up to hover in front of her face, unsure of if he should touch her or not, not being able to bear the thought of causing her anymore pain than she was already in.

"Mr Kit..." the breathless whisper came from her lips, sounding happy but pained at the same time and he nodded frantically eye's slightly tearing up at the sound.

"Yes, my darling, it's me. Oh, what have they done to you?" his answering whisper bought a smile upon Cinderella's face and one of her own hands came up to rest upon his face, just as his were doing. She didn't care at the pain this bought her, she was just happy that he was there and he had found her when she never thought she'd see him again. She didn't answer him because she knew whatever answer she gave, he would not be happy, and everyone could clearly see what had been done to her.

"Darling. Please tell me. What is your name?" Kit so desperately wanted to know her name, to be able to call her what she was born as and scream it to the heavens that he loved her.

"My stepsisters and stepmother call me Cinderella. But my name is Ella Jane Estell, your Majesty." Kits face was the one to light up now, as he knew her name. Although, on the inside he was frowning at the nickname she was given from her family, he was glad that the women downstairs were not related to her by blood.

Ella wincing as she tried to move caught his attention once again and his face hardened as he turned to face Cornelius, even though his hands never left her face. "I want those women detained and bough to the palace to be interrogated and then prosecuted. I also want everything you can find out about the Lady Tremaine as well as her previous husband and also everything you can find out about Ella's father. I am sure he would have left a will, especially seeing as he had a daughter. Send someone to get the royal physician here right away after arresting those woman downstairs. I will not have my beloved hurting any longer than she must have to, although I wish she would never have been hurt so as she has in the first place." The Captain straightened upon the orders and nodded in respect to them both before turning and hurrying out of the door down the many steps.

Turning back to Ella, he noticed her eyes were glued to his face and an adoring smile was on her face as one of her hands loosely gripped the glass slipper.

"I've finally found you. I can't believe I found you. I had almost given up hope, but I was given some advice from a very weird but nice woman to try and find you myself with my own eyes and not trust the Grand Duke. I was unhappy at first at the accusation that he was not being truthful with me but I went along with it and I am glad, for now I can see that she was telling me the truth upon the matter. He did not want to find you nor did he follow my orders." he rambled on slightly, not knowing what to say to the woman he had in front of him and not being able to embrace her in the way he wanted to either.

"I too am glad you followed that woman advice. I did not know it was you or your guard down there as no one ever visits me. I decided that while I could not get up and physically relive that night where we danced together, I was reliving it in my mind. The song I was singing was a lullaby I remember from my younger days of my mother singing it." Her voice was softer than usual as Kit had to strain to hear what she was saying and was caught between happiness and anger at what she said. Happiness that she thought about that night as much as he did but anger at the fact she had not been able to get up like she wanted to as well as the fact she was prevented from coming forward.

Screaming and yelling from outside caught both of their attentions and Kit rose up to see what was going on. The Lady Tremaine and her daughter were being dragged out of the house by guards into the awaiting carriage.

"You can't do this to me. To us! What right do you have telling me what I can and cannot do in my own household and to my servants! Let me go! Her worthless father left her to me, what else was I meant to do?" the words uttered made the King clench his hands into fists, only letting go as he felt small callused hands grab his. Looking past the three woman, he noticed another carriage coming down the path and knew this to be the Royal physician and felt relief course through him. Walking away from where he stood, he knelt back beside Ella and stared into her eyes as she did he and stroked her hair carefully, as they both awaited for the Captain and the physician to arrive.

Authors Note

Well... What do you think so far? It a little longer than the last one which is good, but am I going into too much detail or not enough or what? Do you want me to do a scene where the physician looks her over or do you want the next scene to be of Cinderella in the carriage or in her bed at the palace with the physician telling the King what has been done to her?

Let me know what you think!

Kat