Summary: A Cinderella story with a Spy x Family twist.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spy x Family and its lovable characters. Just this overused plot.

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Chapter 4: The Orphanage

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The horse stopped in front of a large and old imposing building.

Damian was quiet as he examined what was in front of him. 'Orphanage.' he thought immediately. A really old orphanage.

The building shows signs of wear and aging, with faded paint and weathered bricks. The landscaping around the building was obviously in need of maintenance. The window frames and sills show signs of peeling paint or aging wood.

Not to mention, the roof showing weathering, missing shingles, or wear and tear.

Little kids peered out from behind these windows and doors, pausing whatever they were doing upon Damian and Anya's arrival.

"We're here," the pink-haired lady beside him cheerfully announced as she beamed at him.

Damian didn't comment on that as he climbed down from the horse and helped the woman as well.

"Thanks, Prince Damian," she said, grinning at him, doing a clumsy curtsy as well.

Damian would've insulted her right then and there, knowing she was mocking him again; but he felt something he couldn't name yet, upon learning that this annoying but cheerful girl whom he had only met today was raised in an orphanage.

"Anya-nee!"

"Anya-nee!!"

"Anya-nee!!!"

All these kids ran out of nowhere toward them at the sight of this pink-haired girl.

Anya smiled widely as she embraced them all.

"You made it on time before dinner!"

"That's a miracle!"

Followed by little fits of giggles, they were all teasing Anya.

Anya smiled and scratched her head. "Of course, you silly brats. I made it on time because of my," she glanced at Damian. "friend."

Damian just gave her a look. After calling him a thief, pervert, and an impostor prince. Now, they're friends. Great.

One little girl around the age of four came too close to Damian as she looked up at him with awe.

"Anya-nee your friend so handsome…" this little girl said.

Another girl brought a fairy tale book and pointed to the page. "Yeah, he looks like this," she said, pointing to the prince beside the princess in the picture book. "Very handsome."

A boy with a sword stick snorted. "He smells like onions!"

Another girl slapped the boy's shoulder because of this and a little bickering ensued.

"Stop it, kids." Anya stopped them before a rowdy fight happens next. "Be nice to my friend. He's a prince." she even winked at Damian.

They all looked amazed and gaped 'Ohhh...' while staring at Damian who felt uneasy on the spot.

"A prince can't smell like onions," the same boy blurted again.

Damian sweat dropped. Little children can be brutally honest. Did he really smell that bad?

"Shut up, Diego." the same girl who scolded this boy said. And the two bickered again.

Another little girl tugged Damian's clothes.

"Are you really a prince?" The little girl asked in wonder with her wide innocent eyes.

"Uh-er," Damian caught Anya's look who was widening her eyes on him telling him to play along. Giving in, he sighed, "Yes." he smiled now at the little girl. "Yes, I'm the prince, my lady." he even kneels on one knee. To extend his act, he took the little boy's sword stick and expertly swung it as if in an imaginary fight.

The little girls clapped excitedly including Anya who seemed to be having fun at this 'play' the most.

"I'm gonna tell the others!" the little girls said excitedly as they ran inside the orphanage.

The boy ran after them. "He still smells like onions! Onion Prince!"

Anya laughed at the sight of them as she turned to face Damian who was looking fondly at the kids too.

"Thanks for playing along, thief," she said, gratefully.

Damian raised a brow at Anya. "Now back to insults, are we? After all you've put me through?"

Anya flustered. Indeed. He did favors for her today, he at least deserved to be called a proper name, right? "Thanks, uh er Damian." She said in the end.

Damian nodded, smiling a bit. He then noticed a slightly older woman approaching them.

"Anya, I'm glad you made it on time before dinner." the woman barely glanced at Damian as she looked back at Anya expectantly. "Did you buy the carrots and potatoes? I need those right away. The kids are getting hungry."

"Ah yes!" Anya said, seemingly only remembering now as she grabbed the opening of her long brown satchel slung across her body. She showed the woman the potatoes and carrots she got from the market. "Here you go, Ms. Bennet."

Ms. Bennet gleefully got them from her as she finally noticed Damian beside her. "Is he your friend? Is he gonna eat dinner here?" She couldn't help but ask in worry.

Anya understood her concern as she also got something else from her bag. "I got some fishbones too from the market. In a pretty good deal." she winked at Ms. Bennet. "Dinner should have enough portions for everyone."

"Oh, dear heavens. Meat! You're such a God-sent, Anya." Ms. Bennet said happily as she got the meat as well. "I'll put them in the stew right away." She also waved at Damian. "Nice meeting you, young man!" then she left towards the direction of the kitchen.

Anya turned to face Damian again. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" She asked him.

Damian's brows furrowed. "Fishbones? For stew?" He asked in a tone he couldn't decipher. Who would eat that? Then he quickly realized why.

Anya blinked at him. "Yes, what's wrong?" She then looked at him smugly. "Don't tell me you're allergic to seafood?"

Damian rolled his eyes at her. "Not that, shrimp."

Anya scowled at him right away. "Did you just call me shrimp?"

Damian snickered as he pointed at her hair, that she hit him right away. "Ouch!" He faked as he nursed his arm. "You also punch like a monkey."

"Jerk," Anya said, crossing her arms over her chest. And here she thought he could be nice.

Damian laughed as he looked at the sky. It's getting dark. The stars were starting to show up. He should be going back to the castle or Jeeves would be wondering why the prince is in the study room the whoooole day.

Damian really didn't want Glooman and his friends Ewen and Emile to get in trouble because of him.

"I have to go, shrimp."

Anya pouted. "I have a name, jerk."

Damian wore a sly grin as he approached his horse, confidently mounting it. His gaze fell upon her, her lips pursed in a pout and arms folded firmly across her chest. A chuckle escaped him silently. He almost called her cute.

"I have to go," Damian met her emerald eyes with his hazel ones as he softly called her, "Anya."

The gust of that cold wind sending shivers to Anya's skin won't be easily forgotten as she flustered with him calling her name.

Damian readied to leave but Anya stopped him.

"Am I going to see you again?" She asked, wondering, silently hoping.

Damian smirked. "Do you want me to?" He teased.

Anya didn't answer as she blushed while Damian laughed as he kicked his horse and left.

"Jerk," Anya uttered as she followed his retreating back. When he was gone, she started to head inside the orphanage.

What an interesting day.

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That night in the castle...

Prince Damian was eating his scrumptious dinner with his loyal guard, Jeeves, who stood silently in the corner, vigilant and prepared to obey any order from the royal highness.

In a moment, Prince Damian stopped eating as he looked at Jeeves who straightened up right away.

"Jeeves." The Prince called.

"Yes, Your Highness?" Jeeves asked, bowing loyally.

"Send the finest meat from the castle to the orphanage in the heart of the Northern Forest." Prince Damian commanded.

Jeeves raised his head after a respectful bow to the noble prince. "I humbly beg your forgiveness for my audacity, your highness, but might there be a particular cause for this request?" He pondered over the prince's sudden demand.

Prince Damian just gazed at him with a countenance. "As a prince, it is my solemn duty to serve all citizens in this kingdom." not wanting to prolong the discussion with this declaration.

Jeeves did a reverent bow. Maybe the reason was likely because His Royal Highness held the prestigious title of Eden Academy's Imperial Scholar, and the renowned Headmaster Henderson, known for his unyielding elegant principles, expected that all scholars should uphold their reputation through charitable acts.

"Indeed, Your Highness," he acquiesced.

Prince Damian resumed his meal in silence, his thoughts drifting towards the pink-haired lady.

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