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âI consider myself bound, but you should not. I want you to feel perfectly free to change your mind.â âSo longâŠÂ No⊠Iâll do it. Iâll wait.â
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                âWho Are You?â                           âI Am Cinderella.â
   { sooooo....iâm thinking about archiving this blog and making a new one. i feel like ella is so distant from everyone and from me (probably because i have so many muses lord help me) but i miss her a lot and i want all of the threads with her. so i think iâm gonna âstart freshâ (iâll be carrying over threads onto the new blog) but yes, thatâs going to be my evening i think }
  âđšes, I did, thank you very much.â Jack reassured her. âI hope    that you feel better. By the sounds of it you sound better. Not as    stuffed up in the sinuses.â He tapped the side of his own nose a    couple times with his finger before lowering his hand to his side.    Do you need assistance with anything? Iâd be more than happy    to take some weight off your shoulders.â
   âOh yes, I am feeling much better. It must have been the tea you    had fixed for me,â she said with a grin. She beckoned for Jack to    follow her as she walked back into the kitchen to start on the eggs    she had just collected. âWhat would you like to do...that is, if you wish to help?â
     tate didnât like this at all. of course he had always been the very possessive type but that was simply because he didnât know anything else when it came to ella. he didnât like to be without her & he most certainly didnât like that she was speaking to thise stranger, even if she was what she claimed to be. tate just found himself staring at her like she was completely nuts. âi mean itâŠshe has lost her mind, ellaâŠwe should go back inside.â he insisted as he continued to disbelieve the old woman. that was part of who he was however, whenever he saw something that didnât appear to be true he was the very first to disbelieve it.
   Ella found herself starting to believe Tate more. Fairy godmother? That couldnât be since they didnât exist. They were just made up for children. The young blonde looked from Tate back to the woman, this time with wariness in her eyes.
   The woman rolled her eyes &&. stood. âNow Iâm not as batty as you may think. Just give me a moment while I slip into something more comfortable, then we can begin the fun,â she said, hobbling past Tate &&. Ella &&. down into the gardens.
   Her brown walking stick was thrown into the air &&. with white sparkles &&. light erupting from it, the older woman was replaced with a young one in a white dress &&. fairy wings. Her walking stick became a glittering wand &&. Ella felt her eyes grow wide &&. a smile spread across her face.
   âAh, thatâs better,â she said with a crack of her neck. Ella looked over at Tate before a giggle escaped her lips &&. she rushed down the steps over to the woman.Â
   âH-how did you...â she began before the words were lost in her mouth.
   âAlright, we need to work on getting you a coach. Canât go to a ball just by horse youâll ruin your dress. Not to mention itâs a bit tacky,â Fairy Godmother said &&. her eyes scanned the gardens for something.
     hans tries to think of any princesses or girls who have ran away from him ( more like the other way around , or , in an occasion where one of his older brothers would come in and steal them away quite generously ) and comes up empty. not that heâs felt so out of place now that it is happening , because , truly , how many times has he been ignored or were left despite even if his presence were actually prominent to the current situation ? far too many times that it doesnât quite hurt him anymore â not more than it just piques at his curiosity. heâs about to answer that it wouldnât have been necessary , her trying to look for him in any way ( he doubts heâd be of any good company ) , when she asks him to meet at the market place.
     by the time hans realises her laughter sounds oddly like a magical chime that he uses to hear whenever heâs out playing with the villages kids , sheâs gone. henri catches up to him a few minutes afterwards with his breathing laboured, seeking for a maiden that mightâve passed by. hans merely gives the other prince an odd look , piecing the puzzles in his head together , but decides that heâs too annoyed at the fact she just assumes she could asked such a thing so simply from him , to answer him properly. who does she think he is ? oh right â a nobody. perhaps sheâd even thought of him as one of the servants here. sounds fitting.
       excusing himself straightly afterwards , hans takes the next few hours to argue on whether or not he should go. he shouldnât. there wouldâve been no reason he should abide to her request but then again ⊠why does her laughter sticks with him ? his heart heavy with these thoughts that she seems to not be getting out of his head , hans completely missed the fact that he has two drunk brothers to handle and by the time he did â heâs realised heâs bleeding. he has answered back to one of them ( which was always a bad idea , drunk or not ) and in return, heâs sure heâs got a bruised ribs and his eyes â hans hisses just as soon as he realises the duke is pushing his brothers away , ordering a few guards to take them back to their chambers as he kneels down , asks , âare you alright , your highness?â
       hans hisses some more , feeling the shape of his brotherâs rings upon the area around his eyes where the skin is cut and refuses the dukeâs help. how weak he must look , he thinks , finally deciding later , upon seeing his reflection against the mirror that â he wouldnât meet her. he wouldnât. especially looking more like a daily peasant. but then tomorrow comes and despite the internal struggle , hans finds himself jogging to the marketplace where they first met , despite heâs hours too late and the bruised face. could she still be there ? could she â   â   youâre here ,  â  he comes to a corner , spotting her with surprise lacing his tone.   â   youâre actually  ⊠  âÂ
   The smile couldnât be kept from her face, even as the rain poured down, even with the conversation she had only just had with the Grad Duke was still fresh in her mind. She didnât care. In that moment, she felt as though she were weightless, completely free and light. She thought perhaps wings would sprout from her shoulder blades and take her somewhere high in the sky. It must have been love...simply had to have been.
   The night drew on, and she greeted her Stepfamily who were most disappointed by the Mysterious Princess that had swept the Prince off of his feet. Her Stepmother told Cinderella and the girls that Kit wasnât to marry for love...he was already promised to a Princess...a real Princess. Of course, this struck a nerve with the young maiden, but she hoped that if Kitâs father was just as good and kind as he had said...then he would allow his son to have the right to his own heart.
   After she had hidden her glass slipper and written a letter to Kit (that she would deliver the next day before meeting Hans) she lied down to fall asleep. And before she did, she couldnât help but think about Hans. He looked so...miserable, so...alone while sitting at the fountain. It seemed that everyone at the ball was enjoying themselves...save for him. It didnât seem very fair. And she wished she had seen him sooner. Perhaps she could have danced with him to at least one song...
   The next day, Cinderella was up and out of the house far before midday. She took Major to the town and walked up to the palace gates to deliver her letter to Kit...the letter that told him who she really was. Once it was in the hands of the palace guards, she rushed to the place where she and Hans had met once before.Â
   She waited for a while, but eventually she saw him rushing towards her. She grinned but the grin fell when she saw his face. His bruised face and cuts around his eyes. âO-of...of course I came why wouldnât I?â she asked. âHans, what happened to you? I would have remembered if you had looked like this last night. Wh-what happened?âÂ
   There was concern in her voice and worry in her brown eyes. She tried to fight the urge to reach out and touch him, but soon enough she had slowly reached out to gently turn his face to get a better look at his injuries.Â
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