What Iâd give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when youâre in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and youâre not weak if you canât escape by yourself
Iâve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into âprincesses is saved by a prince and nothing elseâ, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because sheâs a strong female character! (Implying if youâre in a bad situation, itâs because youâre not strong enough to get out)
Also the concept of the Prince over the course of like⊠a couple hours hanging out with Cinderella going from âHaha nice I really like youâ to âoh fuck i can tell from context clues alone that your home situation is FUCKED UPâ  itâs good shit  âI have just met you but ON GOD Iâm gonna get you out of there beautiful mystery womanâ  cinderella makes desperately yelling into the night âhow can I find you again!??!â when sheâs taking off that much more poignant really
Heâs been trained to read the room. To read the context clues. To read politics and scheming and planning and people. Heâs a Prince, itâs either that or accidentally drink poison by age 15. And he reads her and âŠ
Sheâs impossibly wealthy. The dress isnât a fabric he can recognize, but itâs beaded with cut diamonds, faintly milky opals that shimmer with a rainbow, little pale aquamarines, and somewhere are little bells gently ringing with each step - heâs a Prince and he canât afford to dress like that. The slippers ring too ⊠there is nothing like that crafted by the hands of humans. Thatâs fairy stuff. She has an in with them that eclipses royal politics. She is powerful in the Old Ways.
All this wraps around the poorest woman heâs ever seen in his entire life, and heâs seen some very, very, poor people in his time.
Poor in money, but poor in âoh you poor thing!â as well. This is someone who has been robbed blind. This is someone who carried themselves waiting for the lash, for a browbeating, for harsh, cruel, abrupt, punishment.
He expects her to be haughty, or hard, or meek or⊠something else⊠but sheâs just nice. Sheâs just ⊠nice.
The rigid posture comes out of his back, his tongue unsticks. Sheâs like sitting by the embers of a low, calm, fire. He feels warmed and rested simply speaking to her. He wonders if itâs magic, and it might be, but if it is it is magic that is her own.
And that terrifies him, because heâs trained to see these things and he knows someone with a cruel hand is waiting to douse her, and snuff her, and beat the last glimmer out of her shining eyes - eyes that put that dress to shame and and and and⊠sheâs gone.
Oh god, sheâs gone. It will be all over her sweet, kind, warm face that she transgressed and ⊠oh god theyâll kill her, whoever they are. This will embarrass them and if thereâs anything he knows, itâs that you donât humiliate someone who has power over you and walk away unscathed.
And all he has is a fairy slipper that will only ever fit her foot (itâs not merely shoe size, itâs a kind of spiritual fit as well), and the vain hope that he can keep such a bright light from burning out. It doesnât even touch his heart that what heâs feeling is a kind of pure philia, not until it enraptures him soul to bones, all at once. Oh god, oh no, oh shit⊠heâs reached well above his station, butâŠhe can try to be good and worthy.
The way he sees it, sometimes even the strongest people can be brought low and need just⊠a little help. She had enough in her to do whatever she had to do to free herself of those evil relations if she had to, but she shouldnât have to. Thereâs no glory in blood. Sometimes itâs okay for the ending to be happily ever after.
But also, how good sheâll be for his kingdom. (That doesnât come to him âtil later, âtil theyâre riding through the market and she slips off her horse to help an old woman, âtil she storms into his throne room ranting about the injustice of a recent decree, âtil he catches her in the kitchens chatting with the cooks while peeling potatoes.) She sees the other side of every decision he makes and opens his eyes to how they effect his people. She makes him realize that his kingdom consists of much more than the nobility sitting on his council and eating at his feasts. She guides him into adjusting laws and policies to support widows and orphans and even the shop keepers who have enough but never have excess.
The people love her because she was one of them. They learn quickly that she sees them. There are rumors about her dressing her husband in rags and working for a day in the fields during harvest. Thereâs a couple that looks an awful like the Prince (and later King) and his wife who sit at the fountain in the market square and eat meat pies from the baker on the corner. Thereâs whispers from the palace of the new Queen pulling the King out of the room during trials and debating in urgent whispers before returning with a ruling that, somehow, most those involved are happy with.
Not everything is perfect, of course. There are still those who prefer the life of a criminal, and even the most fair and careful justice system has flaws. But generally speaking, people are happy and the kingdom is more united and happy than itâs been in anyoneâs memory.
Cinderella takes the name Hope for herself. She canât remember now the name her father gave her, and she refuses to be the little Ashgirl her step family tried to force her into. For the longest time, all she had was hope that things could be better. Now she can hope for so much more, and she wants to share that hope with everyone around her.
Image description: fanart for Disneyâs Cinderella 1950. The first image shows Cinderella 3 times. Once smiling saying: âI donât think I remember the last time I went out.â Once gathering her skirt and looking distressed saying: âI-I must go. If I get home after midnightâŠâ and once putting a streak of hair behind her ear, smiling and saying: âIâd been working on a dress for months in secret.â The second image shows Prince Charming holding the glass shoe, and a close up of his hand holding the shoe. He says:â The woman I was dancing with⊠the one the shoe fits. I need to find her.â end Image description
























