Cinderella
Cinderella, once just a simple maiden, who turned into a princess practically overnight. A mistreated, broken maiden with a dream to go to the ball. No one ever questions, Did she want to marry the prince? Is she happy? The story never ends at the happily ever after, it only just begins. “Miss Ella!” The advisor yelled from outside of Cinderella and the prince’s chamber, Cinderella was currently sitting on her bed, her hands running through her long, strawberry blonde hair. “Yes, Abrams?” Cinderella mumbled before getting up and opening the door.“Mr. Charming needs you, madam…” Everyone knew how he treated her, but no one did anything. What could they do? He’s the king. It didn’t matter how many bruises Cinderella had, the only thing that seemed to matter, was the crown resting on the king’s head. “I...I feel unwell” Cinderella struggled to say, “Uh, yes madam, but the king…” The advisor hesitated, before nodding his head sadly, motioning towards the door.
“Ah, finally darling you’ve shown up for dinner, splendid!” Daniel Charming says with a fake grin plastered on his face, Cinderella rolls her eyes before sitting as far away from him as possible, close to his Mother, London Charming. “Hello Dear!” London said in a cheerful tone. Cinderella always wondered how his parents could be so kind, and have a son so...abusive. “Hello, Madam.” Cinderella says with a slight nod, she knew that she didn’t have to bow, maybe when she first met her, yes; but not now. Cinderella was queen now, and she was trapped in a nightmare.