A/N: I'm sorry for not updating this story for a very long time, but I was experiencing some difficulties. I had an idea in my head where to go with this, but after some time I didn't like it as much as I did before. But then I saw a deleted scene involving a letter, so I got inspirated to write again. I have no idea when I'm going to have time to update again, since my exams are coming and I'm supposed to study. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

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Chapter 4: The letter

KIT POV

'I have to find her.' I burst into the throne room, interrupting a meeting between the Captain and the Grand Duke.

'Who is it that you seek sire? The girl that ran away last night? Or a beautiful princess perhaps?' The Grand Duke spoke.

'You know who I mean, and I won't stop looking for her until I actually find her.'

'You are being ridiculous sire, we don't even know her name. It would be impossible to find her. You need to give the people a clear message. No-one wants a king that runs after every pretty girl he sees. Be a true man and forget about her, there are more important things to discuss.' The Grand Duke practically ordered me to leave by waving his hands at me. But I wasn't going to let this go, I knew she was special, and I knew I had to see her again, I knew that I had to find her, no matter how long it took.

'She isn't just a girl. She's the one I want to marry.'

'You foolish boy, you are royalty, you can't just go around marrying someone. You have to choose wisely.'

'Grand Duke, Captain, would you be so kind to give me a moment alone with my son?' My father spoke. He had entered the room without anyone hearing. The Grand Duke muttered something, bowed and left the room with the Captain. My father turned to me.

'Now what is it with you and this girl?' he asked.

'It's hard to explain father, but I just know that she's the one.'

'You're exactly like your mother, dreaming of stories of true love and such things. But in our world true love doesn't exist. You are the crown prince, soon to be king, and princes don't marry for true love, but for the sake of their kingdom. It's a sacrifice they have to make.'

'I know father, but I also know that she would be a great queen, probably the greatest this kingdom has ever had.'

'How will you find her? You don't even know her name Kit. She vanished into thin air!'

An idea popped into my head. 'May I make a proposal?'

My father looked at me, 'And what do you propose?'

'Give me a chance to find her, and let me introduce her to you. She reminds me a lot of mother, you know.'

My father's eyes turned glassy, like every time he thought of my mother. 'You've got one week to find this girl, if you don't, you'll marry princess Shailene of Saragossa.'

'Believe me, I'll find her.' I bowed and left the room.

ELLA POV

I carefully walked up the stairs to make sure I didn't drop the glass slipper. It was the only thing that hadn't disappeared when the clock struck twelve and I was grateful for that. It was a memory of a night I would never forget. I unlocked my door and locked it back after I was inside. Not that my stepmother or sisters would look here, but just in case. If they found the slipper, … I wouldn't want to know what would happen. So I hid it carefully under a loose board where I had also hidden stuff from my mother I didn't want them to find. It was also the place where I kept my diary, I hadn't written in it for a long time. I grabbed it, and a pen, and started to write down everything I remembered.

When I was done, I couldn't stop thinking about the prince. I thought of the way he had looked into my eyes when we danced. His eyes were blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road. His eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore, see the foam flying into the air. His eyes were blue like the sky right before the sun disappears- dark rich indigo, with sparkles like stars who try to peak through the not yet dark sky. His eyes were that kind of blue that sends electrical chills down your spine.

The more I thought of him, the more I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing him again. So I decided to write him a letter, one that I would deliver to the palace in the morning. And so I could let him decide. I grabbed a blank page and started writing.

Dearest Mister Kit

Or should I say your royal highness, it sure feels odd to call you Kit now.

I would very much like to see you again and I promise that I will tell you who I truly am.

If you would also like to see me again, and I really hope that you do, I will wait in the forest,

In the glade were we met, tomorrow at noon.

Yours ever,

Your mystery princess ~ whom they sometimes call

Cinderella

I neatly folded the letter and put it in an envelope. I hid the envelope in my diary and put it back under the loose board. I undressed out of my pink ripped dress and put on my night gown. I casted one last look at the moon who was shining extremely bright and drifted off into a peaceful dream about huge dresses and sparkling blue eyes.

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