Cinderella could barely contain her excitement. The Prince--her love--had finally come for her. She barrelled through the door to a room full of royalty and instantly became mute.
“What she doing here?” her stepmother cried.
The King’s men starred at Cinderella, awed by her beauty.
“Where is the Prince?” Cinderella asked, realizing he wasn’t there.
“Hello, my dear, " an older nobleman said, ignoring her stepmother. “You’re the one our Prince seeks?” He asked. Cinderella recalled him as the Duke, the King’s right hand.
“Aye,” Cinderella said, handing him her other glass slipper. The man nearly wept with relief. “Where is he?” She asked.
“At the castle, my dear.”
Cinderella’s face fell. Her Prince hadn't come.
Cinderella then spoke in a regal tone. “My name is Ella, daughter of the Earl of Clemont and the rightful heir to my father’s estate,” she said pointing to a painted picture of her and her father on the wall. Her claim was irrefutable. “Escort these people parading as my family out.”
She then turned to the Duke. “Tell your Prince that if he wishes to marry, he must ask me...in person.”
The Duke bit back a retort and gave a warm smile. “Indeed, my dear. I have no doubt he'll arrive shortly.”
Cinderella harrumphed, annoyed that the man of her dreams wasn't there.
As the Duke left to deliver the message, the guards escorted the step monsters off her estate. Indignant cries bellowed incessantly, but Cinderella ignored them. All she cared about now was if the prince truly loved her. Perhaps they didn't suit? The thought made her sullen.
The Duke arrived at the palace empty handed.
“Where is the girl?” The Prince demanded.
The Duke then relayed the details about Ella to the Prince and his parents.
The Prince asked disbelievingly. “I sent a royal search party after her, and she still wouldn’t come?”
The Queen hid a smile while the King shook his head. “Son,” the King sighed heavily. “You have much to learn about women.”
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