She had to keep reminding herself to breathe. Every couple of seconds----breathe.
Breathe through the anger, breathe through the betrayal, breathe through the hurt,
breathe through the thoughts of sending Aurora away to suffer through this alone. If
only her conscience would let her do that. Banishing Aurora and her baby, the baby
that she didn't DESERVE, would be so e a s y. Cinderella wouldn't have to deal with
the shame of being the Queen who'd been cast aside by her husband, the shame of
being the Queen who had yet to produce an heir of her own. It would be so ea------
------No, she couldn't think this way, otherwise she might convince herself to do it.
❝I would rather you keep the baby. I'd never be able to
condone you throwing away such a precious gift as this.❞
Looking over the woman standing across the desk, Cinderella was d i s g u s t e d.
She'd never felt this way before, not even towards her step-family. They treated her
poorly, yes, but Cinderella had come to learn that that was simply out of jealousy.
Aurora, her actions were done for... what reason? Certainly no reason that the Queen
cared to know. Certainly no reason that justified destroying her marriage and her
recently acquired happiness. Cinderella stared blankly at Aurora as she spoke, coming
to the realization that she HATED this mistress. Never in her life had she ever hated
someone. It didn't seem that she was even capable of such an emotion, always so
understanding towards everything. She was willing to endure a lot, as she knew that
in the end, everything would be alright. But right now, at this exact moment, staring
at her husband's whore, Cinderella was hopeless. Just like the night of the ball, when
Anastasia and Drizella tore her dress to shreds, she was hopeless. Only this time, her
Fairy Godmother was nowhere to be found. It was Cinderella and her bitter hatred, left
alone with Aurora and the developing child that rightfully belonged in her own womb.
❝You shouldn't have even told me. You should have hidden
yourself away. You should have suffered by yourself. You
had no right pulling me into this, rubbing it into my face that
you even had the opportunity to conceive. How dare you.❞
A hand flew to the Queen's mouth, tears spilling from her eyes and cascading over her
fingertips, her knuckles. She was angry------so holistically angry that she was shaking.
What seemed like hours flew by before she composed herself enough to speak again.
❝You may have the child, Aurora. You may have the child, but
you may not claim it as your own. When the baby is born, I
will be his or her mother. As your Queen, I am banishing you
from this land the moment after you have given birth.❞
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