A Cinderella Story
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or Cinderella.
Summary: AU, Kind of a Cinderella story with Rory and Tristan. I deleted this story a little bit ago, because people were saying it was hard to read, so I decided to repost it in chapters. Thank you.
Category: Trory
Rating: PG
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Great Britain, lived a prince, Tristan Dugrey.
His parents, King Arthur Dugrey and Queen Elizabeth Dugrey, were worried about there
son. Prince Tristan would spend all his days staring out the window as if looking for
something or someone, allowing only his sister, Princess Michelle and her boyfriend for
company. Both the King and Queen knew his time to rule was soon and the people were
reatly looking forward to this. One day, after speaking with Tristan and Michelle, Queen
Elizabeth went to her husband.
"Dear, perhaps we should hold a royal ball, this way, perhaps, young Tristan can find a bride and happiness."
On the other side of town lived a peasant girl, Rory Gilmore. She too shared the same
hopes as the Prince, wanting to find someone out there someday to make her feel special,
like she belonged. But at the rate her life was going, this would never happen.
"Rory, come here!" A brisk order was shouted from down the hallway of the manor in which
Rory had lived half of her life. It was Georgia Hayden, who was Rory's stepsister. She
and her mother, Cheri, constantly bossed Rory around, thinking her as an object left over
from Chris' previous wedding to Rory's late mother. 'Someday,' Rory thought to herself, 'I
will have a better life.' Until then, she would have to put up with her stepfamily's constant
commands. Only time spent with her friend, Sir Jess, made life worth living.
"Coming, Georgia," Rory walked down the stairs from her small attic room into Georgia's grand
chambers. "Yes, what do you want?"
"Rory, Mother and I are going to town so I can buy a new gown for Prince Tristan's ball," she squealed with delight, dark red curls bouncingwith her every word.
"The Prince is holding a ball?" Rory asked, amazed and intrigued.
She always wondered what it would be like to meet him, especially after all the stories
Sir Jess (also the Prince's friend and Princess's boyfriend) told her. Now, perhaps she
would have a chance. A smile spread across her face and Rory stuck a strand of her
straight brown hair behind her ear.
"I take it we will all be going?" she asked, ready to beg earnestly.
"Mother and I will definitely be going." Georgia frowned, studied Rory, sized her up and down, her green eyes narrowing. "Mother said that you could go to," she mumbled, "only if you can find something suitable to wear." "Now come on. We will need you to carry our shopping bags while in town Rory. Mother's waiting."