So, I saw Cinderella and decided that Kit did not get enough screentime, so I decided to retell the story from his point of view. Dialogues are taken directly form the movie so NOT MINE, also the plot and the characters also (obviously) NOT MINE. What are mine though are grammar and English mistakes. (Sorry for those)

Enjoy…

The sun was shining outside, surrounding the dark red curtains of his windows with a glowing frame. It was the first thing Kit saw when he woke up.

Every morning.

He would then role from his side, how he slept, onto his back to stare at the high ceiling of his large bedroom. His manservant would not enter for another few minutes to wake him up, dress him, serve him breakfast and present to him the orders of the day.

Every morning.

And as he lay there in his bed, staring ahead, he often started dreaming, for the act of dreaming was the only one left untouched by the daily routines and royal responsibilities that came with the title of a prince.

He sometimes found it bizarre how he was expected to fight and hunt and one day lead an entire kingdom entirely on his own yet was not trusted to dress himself and go out on his own. Wherever he went, a small armada would follow and whatever he did, a servant would stand behind him like a shadow, to brush his shoulder pads or straighten his coat.

Often he wondered, whether he was really as lucky as his substitutes thought. He'd often heard young children whisper in excitement when he passed them, how exciting it would be to be a prince, how they could do whatever they want every and all day long. In truth, he could not. Of course he could order his servants whatever he wanted and they would follow, but ultimately, between training, politics and other scheduled appointments, he had no time to do the things he would like to do. And of course he could not do everything he wanted to. He had appearances to maintain. Whatever situation he found himself in, whether pleasant or not, he was to act royally, with dignity and grace. Was that really the best of lives?

More than once he'd start imagining himself as a commoner, a farmer perhaps. Then he would laugh. He didn't know anything about farming. Or cooking. Or housework in general. How amusing was that. He knew all there was to know about dignity and grace, politics and economies, yet he had no idea how his own people lived their daily lives without the help of servants.

But despite that, he imagined it to be nice. Peaceful. No responsibilities but your own necessary chores. Everything he did would be for his and only his own benefit. And he could see his own accomplishments right before him. The house he built, the garden he maintained, the family he nurtured. He could go for walks in the evening sun without and escort, just him and his thoughts. He'd truly be the master of his own destiny. How wonderful…

Yet before he could dwell any longer about the life he could never have, his manservant would enter his chambers and he was ripped from his fantasies to yet another routine and fully scheduled day, with everything but surprises in it.

Every day.

This particular day, though he had to admit, was not planned to be unpleasant. With the kingdoms good relations to their adjacent lands, politics needed less attention. A very convenient state given the upcoming social season. Kit knew he was the most eligible bachelor among princes, being the most recent asset to the market. The traditional ball was due this month, where he was to choose a wife of royal blood to strengthen international ties and enrichen both kingdoms. Apart from the actual coronation, his choosing a bride and then production of an heir was something he'd been prepared for his whole life. And he was ready. Not particularly ecstatic, but ready.

Therefore, the only important appointments scheduled for today were a hunt in the morning with the captain, the finishing of his portrait and a meeting with the Grand Duke to discuss the invitations for the ball.

"Good morning, Grand Duke." Kit greeted him politely, as he saw him waiting before the main doors, undoubtedly reminding him yet again of the tasks for the day and the importance of every one of them. He was a rather grumpy old man, who'd mastered the art of masquerading his true feelings over long years of royal service. Therefore, his expression was mostly placid and emotionless, his smiles forced, making him seem generally unpleasant and a little arrogant, as if he nobody was worthy enough of seeing his true face. Or perhaps, it simply was his true face, nobody really knew. However it may be, the young Prince could not remember the duke to ever have been very different to who he was now. Even the graying long hair and the perfectly symmetric moustache on the wrinkled face had always seemed to be exactly that way. It wasn't that Kit disliked the man, but he often found himself annoyed by the little trust the elder put in the future king. Most of the time, he treated Kit more like a child, than the strong-minded man, he'd grown to be by now.

"A good morning indeed, your highness." The elder repeated in a way that was supposed to be cheerfully, turning to walk beside the Prince as they exited the castle and approached the horses standing ready. "A very wonderful morning for a successful hunt. The first guards have spotted a stag in the forest close to the outside village on the south. It would make an impressive addition to the prince's collection of successful hunts." He said, clearly emphasizing, that success was expected from the prince.

Kid suppressed a sigh, not only for the hidden request in the Grand Duke's statement, but for the way his hunt was handled. Could he really call himself a hunter, if there were guards sent in advance to find and follow his prey for him, so that he merely had to shoot it?

He got on his horse, gave a short nod to the Grand Duke to assure him, that he had understood and then turned his horse around to ride through the open gates with the rest of the cavalry. His dear friend the captain waited until they left the premises, before exchanging pleasantries. A generally happy man, as opposed to the Grand Duke, whose optimism and brightness rather contradicted his impressively large and intimidating statue. He was polite as always, but never dishonest or ambiguous. He said what he wanted to say straight away or didn't say it at all. Yet when he said them, he was never impolite. Kit admired that about him and he enjoyed his company very much. As much as a child when the captain was mere a soldier in training and used his free time to keep the bored prince company, and as an adult. To be honest, he was the only friend, Kit truly had.

They reached the edge of the forest quickly and met up with one of the first guards, who informed them, that the stag was still close to the village. So they opted for walking along the forest lines before riding through the maze of trees and branches and alerting the stag of their presence. Faintly, Kit thought to have heard the hooves of another horse a little ahead, but he thought nothing of it. There was a village close by after all.

They advanced in silence along the trees, until the first guard called upon them with the hunter's horn. Immediately, the entire group of hunters started their pursue. And Kit did as well, but his eye caught something else instead. Or his ear to be exact. As soon as the horn had erupted the silence, he'd heard a woman's yelp and short after, her plea for her horse to stop. So he followed along the forest border, until sure enough, he saw a young lady cling to the mane of her frightened and racing horse, unable to get it back under command.

"Miss are you alright?" Kit yelled over the commotion of the hunt and the ride. Though he realized quickly that the woman could not hear him, or if she did, could not answer him in her state of distress. He dug his heels into his own horse's sides, commanding him to run faster so he could catch up with the poor girl and helped her. As he reached her, he repeated his question and she assured him that she was fine, though very much out of breath and Kit decided it would be best to stay with her, until her horse had calmed down.

Finally, it did and Kit was able to take a good look at the girl in front of him. She was undoubtedly a serving girl. Her pale skin was sprinkled with dust and cinder and her pale blue gown was old and used. She had a cloth in her hair, keeping it from falling into her eyes, but with the wild chase that had just occurred, it could not fulfil that task. Despite all of that, she was very pretty, if not to say beautiful. Her hair was blonde and slightly curled at the end, falling onto her slim shoulders like waves of sunrays. Her face was thin and her skin looked fragile like a porcelain cup. And her eyes had the most perfect color of ocean blue, that Kit had ever seen. He could have drowned in them, were it not for the accusing look they cast him.

"Are you alright?" He asked one more time, and when she answered, she did not sound out of breath anymore, but determined and displeased.

"I'm alright, but you nearly frightened the life out of him!"

"Who?" He asked honestly confused. Did she mean her horse? Surely, she couldn't blame him, after he'd come to her aid.

"The stag." She answered, and he couldn't suppress a chuckle, before he realized, that she was in fact being serious. "What has he ever done to you that you should chase him about?" She continued accusingly.

With a mix of confusion and amusement, the prince decided to humor the young lady and said: "I must confess I have never met him before. He is a friend of yours?"

"An acquaintance." She smiled and Kit noticed that her beauty reached knew levels when she did so. Despite the unusual topic of conversation, he found himself enjoying her happiness as she talked so innocently. "We met just now. I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine and I just felt he had a great deal left to do with his life, that's all."

With that her smile faltered and Kit had a sudden fear, that their conversation was over before he even knew her name.

"Miss", he started, "what do they call you?"

To his surprise, her demeanor darkened even more, as if a sad thought had crossed her mind and she shook her head. "Never mind what they call me." She said, avoiding his gaze.

And so, Kit was a little taken aback, unsure if he may have offended her, so he opted for the politest and most suitable answers he could think of. "You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone."

"Well, I am not alone, I am with you." She said, a small smile reappearing on her porcelain face. "Mister… what do they call you?"

And then he laughed. Surely, she must have been joking this time. "You don't know who I am?" Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. But he quickly realized that she was again, very serious. She didn't know that she was talking to her future king. Yet instead of telling her just that, he simply said "that is," he thought for a moment, "they call me Kit, or my father does." That wasn't a lie, not entirely. "When he's in a good mood." He smiled at the thought and she chuckled. What a beautiful sound that was.

He wasn't entirely sure what came over him in those two seconds when he realized, that for the first time in his life he was treated as a commoner, an equal. Perhaps, he thought, that was the reason why she spoke so freely about her friendship with an animal and why she accused him so rudely of chasing them. It was new to him and it intrigued him. So, whether it was for his own pleasure of sudden anonymity, or to spare her discomfort, Kit decided, that not telling her he was a prince would do no harm.

"And where do you live, Mister Kit?" She asked curiously.

"At the palace." He answered. "My father is teaching me his trades." He added quickly. Also not a lie, he told himself. Just a little omitting of certain facts.

"You're an apprentice?" She exclaimed in such excitement, that he felt bad for not being honest with her.

"Of a sort." He answered.

"That's very fine. Do they" and there she hesitated. "Do they treat you well?"

What an odd question, he thought, but noticed a tinge of sadness in her eyes, similar to when he'd asked her name.

"Better than I deserve most likely." He said as their horses came closer and found themselves side by side. He'd meant it. He was treated better than anyone else in the kingdom and despite the weight of responsibilities soon to be resting on his shoulders, he might not always deserve such luxury. "And you?"

Again, she shook her shoulders and he felt grief rise in his stomach. How could anyone ever treat this kindhearted, innocent girl poorly?

"They treat me as good as they are able." She shrugged.

Bless that girl, Kit thought, still speaking kindly of the people who showed her no kindness. "I'm sorry.", he said sympathetically.

"It's not your doing." She said.

"Nor yours either, I'll bet." He countered and was pleased that his little act of sympathy had her show him another one of her beautiful smiles.

"It's not so very bad." She continued. "Others have it worse, I'm sure. We must" she swallowed. "Simply have courage and be kind, mustn't we?"

Have courage and be kind. How wise of her, Kit thought and was a little at a loss for words, as the young lady in front of him enchanted him more and more with everything she said.

"Yes," he finally agreed and smiled, "you're right. That's exactly how I feel." Then they gazed into each other's eyes for just a second, lost in the moment, until the hunter's horn reminded them of what had brought them together in the first place.

Her smile vanished immediately and was replaced by utter fear. "Please don't let them hurt him."

He frowned. "But we're hunting, you see, it's what is done." He said matter of factly.

"Just because it's what's done, it doesn't mean it's what should be done." She all but yelled accusingly, but instead of feeling offended, Kit was once again very much impressed.

"Right again." He said and couldn't help but smile.

Quick as it came, her anger faltered and she looked at him pleadingly: "Then you'll leave him alone, won't you?"

He was in enchanted. He couldn't deny it any longer, nor could he fight it. The little innocent serving girl, whose name he did not even know, but whose wisdom, beauty and happiness had him willing to follow every wish.

"I will." He promised as he continued losing himself in her eyes.

"Thank you very much, mister Kit." She said, and then much too quickly, their conversation was put to an end, when the Captain arrived with another guard, clearly having searched for the prince this whole time.

"Ah," he started, "there you are your hi…" "It's Kit! Kit! I'm Kit! I'm on my way." The prince shouted almost in panic. It would destroy his magical moment and surely scare her away forever if he were to reveal his true identity to the nameless beauty. He nodded once more for emphasis, hoping his friend would understand.

"Well, we better get a move on." The captain said to the prince's great relief. "Mister Kit." He added with a smirk.

"As I said," Kit answered, turning back to the lady with a satisfied smile. "On my way." She chuckled again, and he knew he'd miss her already as soon as he left her. Reluctantly, he steered his horse around, but stopped before he was too far away. One last time, savoring every moment he got to stare into those magical eyes, he said "I hope to see you again miss", to which she answered with "and I you" to his great pleasure.

As he rode away, a laughter of pure joy erupted from his chest and he rode faster, feeling the wind brush his skin, as if it were trying to lift him in the air and let him fly.

Had anyone told him this morning, that he would ever feel this kind of happiness and excitement, he wouldn't have believed them.

The girl from the forest. His mystery girl. His unexpected little adventure. It was but a few minutes later and he already dreamed of seeing her again. If only he knew her name…

"Well, that sure was an unexpected catch." The captain said, having caught up to the prince's fast pace. "Would it be too big an invasion of your privacy to ask you about your new acquaintance, Mister Kit?" He said, with an amused smirk on his face.

Kit laughed and looked at his friend. "My dear captain, you do not have to ask, for I am not possibly able to keep this wonderful encounter secret." They had reached the forest border again, leaving the mass of trees behind them and Kit finally slowed down. "But first, I have to call off the hunt."

The captain raised an eyebrow but was interrupted before he was able to speak. "Order your men to retreat, captain, their prince is calling off the hunt." Kit's face was no longer joyful but serious and the captain, though still confused, did as he was told. The other men as well, were deeply confused but did not voice their disdain, not to their prince. The prince himself though, did not seem to notice or simply didn't care. Instead, he was very much satisfied to see, that the stag jumped away freely. He'd kept his promise. With a smile, he looked at the captain. "Let's go home.", he said and before anyone could answer, he turned around and commanded his horse once again, to start running.

The captain and his men followed, and through the wind brushing against them and the rustling of grass and leaves, Kit started talking. He started recounting the events of a woman in distress, who turned out to be the most beautiful yet modest, most innocent yet wise, most enchanting girl to ever walk the earth. According to Kit.

"I'm telling you captain." Kit concluded, as he jumped of his horse in front of the palace entrance. "I had always been skeptical of father's tale of love. I could never believe, two people could find the person they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with within just a few hours of dancing and conversing." He handed his horse to the stable boy, never breaking eye contact with the captain, who looked at the dreaming prince in amusement. "But having met this girl…" Kit continued, then raised his hands in order to gesture something, but he left them fall back down, for there was no gesture, no words to describe the feelings he got to feel today. "I need to tell father about her." He simply said and turned to all but run towards the king's chambers. Chuckling, the captain shook his head and went about his duties.