Right! This is the second pathetic little chapter in this story, and… I
haven't had anyone beta read this, so it probably sucks, real bad. Yeah.
Please r/r, and…. Oh right, the disclaimer.
*Disclaimer * I own the world! Just jokes. Right. I own nothing but my thoughts and I guess you technically can't even own them, so… The only thing I own is the plot, as I am making it up.
The Prince chased after the girl. She had gotten farther than he had thought she would. He slowed to a walk when he saw her turn the corner. She was out of the castle, and that was pretty much all he cared about. She was only a girl, but girls can do damage. You see, the Prince didn't like this girl. He didn't even know her, so he didn't see why she was so upset over the fact that she had to leave. Why did she leave, anyway? She just took off, with no explanation, just leaving the man to stare after her. Who did she think she was, being so inexplicably rude to a man of royal birth? He made a sound of exasperation, then kept walking. He came to the spot where she had broken her slipper. She made it to the road! He was surprised. She didn't seem tough enough to have gotten this far. He looked at the dirt where she had twisted her heel, and the shoe had snapped. He stooped over, and picked up the toe of the slipper, as the rest was piled up after Cinderella pulled them out of her foot. He stuck it in his pocket, and walked back to the castle.
Where is that damned boy? The king thought angrily. He paced along the hall, in betwixt guests. He had seen him not too long ago, dancing about with an obviously amazed girl. What great fortune she had, dancing with a prince! She must have been too excited to notice anything. The King smiled. His son was definitely on the lists of some girls that were worth looking at. The king was getting old, and needed his son to marry to successfully rule the realm. Prince John wasn't their only child. They had a son named Edmund, who died with Hepatitis while still young. They then had a daughter, who went insane, being a great shame to the realm, even though she was at no fault. He needed to marry! There needed to be a queen for the ruling to be successful, as was learned from his marriage.
His wife, Elizabeth, was the trendsetter, and all the women envied her clothing, no matter how utterly foolish it looked. At a recent ball she had worn a wig that stood two feet above her head, yet no one criticized her. The king shook his head. His wife was an eccentric person, and he was sick of her. He was married to her, a stranger, at the age of 17. She had been quite attractive at that point, and he loved her dearly. Unfortunately, her family had a history of mind loss, so she was slightly crazy sometimes, later in their marriage. She had since then spiraled into a worse state, and was constantly in need of attention and assistance. The King was an independent man, and did not enjoy having to baby someone, so he wasn't happy when his wife wanted attention from him.
So, back to the trendsetter thing. At this ball, she had chosen to wear an expensive, baby blue silk dress. It had many tiny adornments, like tassels and the like, made with gold fabric, and the shoulders were cut wide. She had not worn a wig, but had her gracefully graying hair done in ringlets, piled on top of her head, with a few hanging down about her face. She looked gorgeous, even her son had thought, though not in a sexual way as some. Cinderella had seen this gown with the many petticoats, and envied it so much that she felt unfit to be there. Then she remembered that she was dancing with the Prince, and thought no more about it.
The King made a gruff sound of frustration, then stomped off to his study where he had the steward make sure that his son came to see him when he returned.
Cinderella (who I shall now name… Adriana…) had picked up the many pieces of china from the floor, and was now sweeping the entrance hall. The broom was old, and so after finishing she would have to pick up bits of straw. She was only doing it half-heartedly because, like before, she couldn't help but think about John, the Prince. Why was he mad? Granted, he didn't know about the midnight deal, but still, she thought he would understand.
The truth is, Adriana wasn't very smart, and couldn't see his reason for being angry. (Her low intelligence holds many * surprises * for her in the future.) Therefore, when the next ball came around, she called her fairy godmother back.
" Dear child, what is it?" her godmother, Belissa (A/N: don't ask), asked her.
" Oh Belissa, I greatly desire to go to the next royal ball, a fortnight from now," she told her, eagerly.
" But last time you went, you nearly cut your heel off, and you ruined that dress. I cannot afford to make a new dress everyday."
" I know, I know, but this ball is special! The Prince is said to be looking for a wife, and I could be the one!"
Belissa looked at her with pity. Heartbreak was the only thing coming, but the girl wouldn't understand. She sighed, then said," All right child. I shall make you a dress, and jewelry that shall make you look as dark as midnight, yet as dazzling as the midday sun."
Adriana looked at her with loving admiration, then almost shouted her thanks and ran off.
*Disclaimer * I own the world! Just jokes. Right. I own nothing but my thoughts and I guess you technically can't even own them, so… The only thing I own is the plot, as I am making it up.
The Prince chased after the girl. She had gotten farther than he had thought she would. He slowed to a walk when he saw her turn the corner. She was out of the castle, and that was pretty much all he cared about. She was only a girl, but girls can do damage. You see, the Prince didn't like this girl. He didn't even know her, so he didn't see why she was so upset over the fact that she had to leave. Why did she leave, anyway? She just took off, with no explanation, just leaving the man to stare after her. Who did she think she was, being so inexplicably rude to a man of royal birth? He made a sound of exasperation, then kept walking. He came to the spot where she had broken her slipper. She made it to the road! He was surprised. She didn't seem tough enough to have gotten this far. He looked at the dirt where she had twisted her heel, and the shoe had snapped. He stooped over, and picked up the toe of the slipper, as the rest was piled up after Cinderella pulled them out of her foot. He stuck it in his pocket, and walked back to the castle.
Where is that damned boy? The king thought angrily. He paced along the hall, in betwixt guests. He had seen him not too long ago, dancing about with an obviously amazed girl. What great fortune she had, dancing with a prince! She must have been too excited to notice anything. The King smiled. His son was definitely on the lists of some girls that were worth looking at. The king was getting old, and needed his son to marry to successfully rule the realm. Prince John wasn't their only child. They had a son named Edmund, who died with Hepatitis while still young. They then had a daughter, who went insane, being a great shame to the realm, even though she was at no fault. He needed to marry! There needed to be a queen for the ruling to be successful, as was learned from his marriage.
His wife, Elizabeth, was the trendsetter, and all the women envied her clothing, no matter how utterly foolish it looked. At a recent ball she had worn a wig that stood two feet above her head, yet no one criticized her. The king shook his head. His wife was an eccentric person, and he was sick of her. He was married to her, a stranger, at the age of 17. She had been quite attractive at that point, and he loved her dearly. Unfortunately, her family had a history of mind loss, so she was slightly crazy sometimes, later in their marriage. She had since then spiraled into a worse state, and was constantly in need of attention and assistance. The King was an independent man, and did not enjoy having to baby someone, so he wasn't happy when his wife wanted attention from him.
So, back to the trendsetter thing. At this ball, she had chosen to wear an expensive, baby blue silk dress. It had many tiny adornments, like tassels and the like, made with gold fabric, and the shoulders were cut wide. She had not worn a wig, but had her gracefully graying hair done in ringlets, piled on top of her head, with a few hanging down about her face. She looked gorgeous, even her son had thought, though not in a sexual way as some. Cinderella had seen this gown with the many petticoats, and envied it so much that she felt unfit to be there. Then she remembered that she was dancing with the Prince, and thought no more about it.
The King made a gruff sound of frustration, then stomped off to his study where he had the steward make sure that his son came to see him when he returned.
Cinderella (who I shall now name… Adriana…) had picked up the many pieces of china from the floor, and was now sweeping the entrance hall. The broom was old, and so after finishing she would have to pick up bits of straw. She was only doing it half-heartedly because, like before, she couldn't help but think about John, the Prince. Why was he mad? Granted, he didn't know about the midnight deal, but still, she thought he would understand.
The truth is, Adriana wasn't very smart, and couldn't see his reason for being angry. (Her low intelligence holds many * surprises * for her in the future.) Therefore, when the next ball came around, she called her fairy godmother back.
" Dear child, what is it?" her godmother, Belissa (A/N: don't ask), asked her.
" Oh Belissa, I greatly desire to go to the next royal ball, a fortnight from now," she told her, eagerly.
" But last time you went, you nearly cut your heel off, and you ruined that dress. I cannot afford to make a new dress everyday."
" I know, I know, but this ball is special! The Prince is said to be looking for a wife, and I could be the one!"
Belissa looked at her with pity. Heartbreak was the only thing coming, but the girl wouldn't understand. She sighed, then said," All right child. I shall make you a dress, and jewelry that shall make you look as dark as midnight, yet as dazzling as the midday sun."
Adriana looked at her with loving admiration, then almost shouted her thanks and ran off.