AN If only I owned this stuff, then George would die! But I don't. *sobs uncontrollably*
Tamora Pierce does. *sniff* I'll be okay.
Yes, there is one more chapter of Cinderella: Tortallan Style. It will be the very first fic
that I have ever finished. Yay! Go me! Just review a lot and I may write another fairy tale
fic. Please include what fairy tale or Disney movie you would like me to do.
Cinderella: Tortallan Style
*Alanna arrives at the palace*
Alanna: *steps out of the carriage* *begins to climb the stairs to the palace doors* *trips on
the hem of her skirt* OWW!! *stands up and brushes skirt and fixes hair* *makes it inside
and walks towards the herald*
Cleon: Hullo, Alanna. I'm glad you could come.
Alanna: Yeah, uh huh. I almsot didn't make it, but thankfully, my fairy godmother was there to
help me.
Cleon: Who was she?
Alanna: *smiles* Raoul.
Cleon: *chokes* Are you serious?
Alanna: I am. Announce me.
Cleon: Okay. *serious announcer type person's voice* May I present Lady Alannaella of Trebond.
Alanna: *shoots death glare at Cleon*
Cleon: What?!?
Alanna: I bet you blew my cover by using Trebond.
Cleon: *looks down* Sorry.
Alanna: *walks down grand staircase*
*People ooh and aah*
Alanna: *smiles*
~*Prince Numair's Quarters*~
Jon: *preparing for ball*
Maid: You'll do fine, Prince Numair.
Jon: I know, Salma, but I am nervous. Could you tie this? *geatures to bow tie around neck*
Salma: Of course. *ties bow tie very tightly*
Jon: *flainling arms* *choking* Too.....tight.......Can't.......breath...
Salma: Sorry about that, Highness. *loosens bow tie*
*bow tie slides down Jon's body*
Jon: Why don't we forget the tie?
Salma: Of course.
Jon: Here goes. *walks to palace hall where the ball is taking place*
~*~Back to Alanna~*~
Alanna: *looks around*
Jon: *sees Alanna* *walks over to her* Hello, my lady.
Alanna: Hi.
Jon: Would you care to dance?
Alanna: All right.
Jon: *leads Alanna to disco dance floor*
*Jon, Alanna, & other people do macarina*
*then YMCA*
*Cha-Cha (the one where this guy tells u to stomp your left foot and clap and stuuf like that)*
*Hokey-Pokey*
*Chicken Dance*
*Alanna & Jon run off to the balcony*
Alanna: *looks at Jon*
Jon: *leans down and kisses Alanna*
Alanna: *kisses back* *they stop* Can we dance some more, Prince Numair?
Jon: Alanna, I have a confession to make.
Alanna: Numair?
Jon: *takes deep breath* I am not Prince Numair.
Alanna: *confused* Then, who are you?
Jon: *bows* Sir Jonathan of Pearl Valley, advisor to the Prince, my lady.
Alanna: Then, where is his Highness?
Jon: I don't know.
Alanna: He'll be mad, won't he? That you took his place when he could be here....
Jon: We switched places.
Alannna: What?
Jon: Numair is in love with a certain woman. They only way that they can be together is for them
to run away together.
Alanna: He asked you to switch with him?
Jon: Basically.
Alanna: *thinks for a minute* *what she has just heard fully sinks in* So, you lied to me? Why?
Jon: I had to lie to everyone. Their Majesties will kill if they find out where their son is. Alanna,
I have never met a woman who could make me laugh like you do. Who could make me feel important.
Alanna: *shakes head* But you still lied to me.
Jon: I didn't want too.
Alanna: *turns away*
*Bell strikes midnight*
Alanna: *looks at clock* Good bye, Jonathan.
Jon: Wait! Alanna!
Alanna: *runs down steps* *trips* *drops slipper* *runs to carriage* *hops in* *leaves*
I am soooo cruel. I just love it. I'm sorry that there isn't too much funny stuff. This is more
love stuff. Gotta love it.
Review so I know that people like this story. I'm not sure yet. I still need more input. *winks*
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte
Tamora Pierce does. *sniff* I'll be okay.
Yes, there is one more chapter of Cinderella: Tortallan Style. It will be the very first fic
that I have ever finished. Yay! Go me! Just review a lot and I may write another fairy tale
fic. Please include what fairy tale or Disney movie you would like me to do.
Cinderella: Tortallan Style
*Alanna arrives at the palace*
Alanna: *steps out of the carriage* *begins to climb the stairs to the palace doors* *trips on
the hem of her skirt* OWW!! *stands up and brushes skirt and fixes hair* *makes it inside
and walks towards the herald*
Cleon: Hullo, Alanna. I'm glad you could come.
Alanna: Yeah, uh huh. I almsot didn't make it, but thankfully, my fairy godmother was there to
help me.
Cleon: Who was she?
Alanna: *smiles* Raoul.
Cleon: *chokes* Are you serious?
Alanna: I am. Announce me.
Cleon: Okay. *serious announcer type person's voice* May I present Lady Alannaella of Trebond.
Alanna: *shoots death glare at Cleon*
Cleon: What?!?
Alanna: I bet you blew my cover by using Trebond.
Cleon: *looks down* Sorry.
Alanna: *walks down grand staircase*
*People ooh and aah*
Alanna: *smiles*
~*Prince Numair's Quarters*~
Jon: *preparing for ball*
Maid: You'll do fine, Prince Numair.
Jon: I know, Salma, but I am nervous. Could you tie this? *geatures to bow tie around neck*
Salma: Of course. *ties bow tie very tightly*
Jon: *flainling arms* *choking* Too.....tight.......Can't.......breath...
Salma: Sorry about that, Highness. *loosens bow tie*
*bow tie slides down Jon's body*
Jon: Why don't we forget the tie?
Salma: Of course.
Jon: Here goes. *walks to palace hall where the ball is taking place*
~*~Back to Alanna~*~
Alanna: *looks around*
Jon: *sees Alanna* *walks over to her* Hello, my lady.
Alanna: Hi.
Jon: Would you care to dance?
Alanna: All right.
Jon: *leads Alanna to disco dance floor*
*Jon, Alanna, & other people do macarina*
*then YMCA*
*Cha-Cha (the one where this guy tells u to stomp your left foot and clap and stuuf like that)*
*Hokey-Pokey*
*Chicken Dance*
*Alanna & Jon run off to the balcony*
Alanna: *looks at Jon*
Jon: *leans down and kisses Alanna*
Alanna: *kisses back* *they stop* Can we dance some more, Prince Numair?
Jon: Alanna, I have a confession to make.
Alanna: Numair?
Jon: *takes deep breath* I am not Prince Numair.
Alanna: *confused* Then, who are you?
Jon: *bows* Sir Jonathan of Pearl Valley, advisor to the Prince, my lady.
Alanna: Then, where is his Highness?
Jon: I don't know.
Alanna: He'll be mad, won't he? That you took his place when he could be here....
Jon: We switched places.
Alannna: What?
Jon: Numair is in love with a certain woman. They only way that they can be together is for them
to run away together.
Alanna: He asked you to switch with him?
Jon: Basically.
Alanna: *thinks for a minute* *what she has just heard fully sinks in* So, you lied to me? Why?
Jon: I had to lie to everyone. Their Majesties will kill if they find out where their son is. Alanna,
I have never met a woman who could make me laugh like you do. Who could make me feel important.
Alanna: *shakes head* But you still lied to me.
Jon: I didn't want too.
Alanna: *turns away*
*Bell strikes midnight*
Alanna: *looks at clock* Good bye, Jonathan.
Jon: Wait! Alanna!
Alanna: *runs down steps* *trips* *drops slipper* *runs to carriage* *hops in* *leaves*
I am soooo cruel. I just love it. I'm sorry that there isn't too much funny stuff. This is more
love stuff. Gotta love it.
Review so I know that people like this story. I'm not sure yet. I still need more input. *winks*
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte
