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