Cinderella

Sometimes the best dreams are the ones you don't expect. Not that I'm a dream expert, I'm only a princess after all. My name is Cinderella and I'm a princess of a faraway kingdom near France. No matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing, a dream that you wish will come true. Indie Cinderella RP. Will roleplay any point of the story or any AUs.

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Partner Projects (perfect-practically)

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Mary Poppins sighed as she pulled into the parking lot of the cafe gathered her bookbag. Taking a moment to check her reflection in the rear view mirror, she took the keys out of the ignition and got ready to meet her partner. Generally she didn’t love group projects, but at least her partner seemed serious about the project and about school in general, so Mary wasn’t liable to end up having to strong arm her into doing her part.

It was cold outside and Mary wrapped her bright red scarf tighter around her neck as she rushed into the cafe, bag in hand. Looking around, she pressed her lips together in a frown until she saw her partner seated at a table and quickly crossed the room. “Hello. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” she said with a smile as she slung her bag over the chair so it would hang there. “I’d like to get a tea before we start, if you wouldn’t mind.”

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Cinderella drank her tea carefully as she read over the assignment gathering her thoughts before her partner arrived. When the door opened and let a bit of the cold air in, Cindy glanced over and saw her partner in a stunning red scarf. It went well with the rosy cheeks the cold gave her… or maybe she always looked like that.

  Cindy offered a cheery smile. “Hey there.” She shook her head and rotated the cup in her hands. “It’s no problem! I needed one too. It’s way too cold out there.”  She waited for a bit longer figuring out everything that needed to be done. Even though she knew it by heart already and wrote down a few ideas that they could mull over. The project was supposed to be an oral presentation with two visual pieces. They were supposed to advocate for something and explain why advocacy is an important communication tool. They could present it in any fashion orally, whether it was something kitschy like a commercial or just a straight presentation. Unfortunately Cindy wasn’t sure what side her partner would take, so she wrote down everything she could for her few ideas and how it could work in both types. When the woman came back, Cindy put her pencil down and smiled.

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Partner Projects (perfect-practically)

Cindy struggled to open the café door with her books stacked in her arms. Carefully, she tried to juggle back and forth before managing to get her gloved hand around the handle. She pulled it open feeling the heat wash over her cold body. It was so windy today, but nothing a bit of tea could help with. She normally didn’t do her homework in the coffee shop, but the communications course she was enrolled in required a partner. They agreed to meet up at a shop near school. The café luckily served tea and that was more than Cindy could ask for. She ordered a cup and sat at an available table setting the books down before retrieving her toasty beverage.

  She was actually pretty excited to start work. Cindy didn’t know her partner too well, but she seemed nice. She looked maybe a year or two older than Cindy, and Cindy preferred that. Most of the younger college students were immature and still finding their roots. The older students seemed to get that college wasn’t a joke or high school. She liked that and preferred to stick with that crowd. Hopefully, she was right about the older student. She sat sipping her tea waiting to see her partner come through the door.

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Sassters (nosestuckin-a-book)

((ooc: pre-prince Cindy.))

Often times, Cinderella was allowed to head to the town marketplace without the chaperone of her step-mother Lady Tremaine. While she tried not to dally in the chores, Cinderella couldn't help but spend a little time looking around at the place she wasn't accustomed to. She looked over the market stands at the foods the Tremaines could no longer afford to eat, or the trinket stands with wood carved figures. Sometimes she even ventured into shops, but only until she was noticed and forced out. Her rags and cinder smudges hid the Lords daughter she once was.

During her visit to the town, she found herself roaming through a bookshop. She loved books, but Lady Tremaine only liked the romantic ones and the rest had been sold. Cinderella picked up an old favorite of hers, a horror story written by a young woman. Her father used to tell her ghost stories, and bought her this one when it was published. She smelled the book before opening it, careful not to crack the binding as she read the first sentence as if it was the first time.

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Unfashionably Late (Aladdin & Cinderella)

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A nostalgic smile took its place on Aladdin’s face, as he prepared to tell - more or less - the story of how he got to know Jasmine in the first place.

Then the trumpets sounded, and that name was announced.

Aladdin couldn’t even mind his manners anymore, he was so shocked that she’d found a way there. There was no way she could have put that all together in time - he’d barely made it at all just gathering his own caravan.

He realized three things: one, that he probably looked like some kind of pond fish, gaping at Jasmine like that; two, that he was filled with extreme worry about how she had managed to get there at all (in less-than-desirable health conditions, too) and therefore no better than any of her servants; and, three, that Cinderella and the entire party was still in the room.

"Jasmine," he said with a bit of a forced smile, “I’m glad you could make it." He didn’t care if it broke decorum, he pulled her into a hug. “You’ll have to tell me how you pulled this off later," he whispered, before pulling away.

"I promise we Arabians are much more punctual than we’ve appeared tonight," he attempted to joke with Cinderella.

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Jasmine did her best to look graceful and dignified, even though inside she was still a little embarrassed at the room’s stares.  But Princess Cinderella was very warm and welcoming, and so Jasmine smiled a real smile as she replied. “Thank you, your majesty. I’m very excited to be here!"

She snuck a quick smile up at her husband as her pulled her close, unable to stop a grin as she whispered back, “I’m sure Carpet can explain some things for you."

She pulled away, adding to the end of her husband’s remark, “And usually we don’t travel separately. But this was a bit of a rushed trip — it is rather far from Agrabah to here!"  She wasn’t exactly sure if magical modes of transportation were the norm here, so she slipped around Cinderella’s question. She didn’t want to startle anybody more than she already had.

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Cinderella noticed the slight anxiety between both Aladdin and Jasmine. She recognized it instantly as she often felt the same way upon entering a room. She also noticed the real smile Jasmine gave instead of the many fake emotions that other royals like to give her. She wasn't stupid. She was glad Jasmine's emotions were honest.

Feeling slightly voyeuristic, Cinderella glanced away adjusting her hair and ballgown before smiling politely at them once more. She loved people in love. They were always so close. Charming would often grab her elbow, pull her close into his side, and show off. Aladdin and Jasmine embraced naturally with no shame as love should be. She enjoyed it. 

"Not to worry about punctuality my dears. Ask anyone, and they'll tell you the story of Cinderella who was late to the ball. Of course, I had my reasons." She touched her finger to her nose knowingly. "It's quite far, but I am glad you made it. How are you feeling?" 

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A New Start (OPEN)

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  Ariel bit her lip for a second. Obviously she’d tapped into a delicate subject for Cinderella. Whoops.

"I can’t even imagine what it’s like," she replied honestly. There was a long pause. Then she remembered what they had been talking about before this.

"Alright, I’ll teach you how to sneak. But you must know that it requires you to be the stealthiest princess in all the land. Which means…" she kicked her shoes off. “No shoes." shoes were loud and could give you away almost instantly. Ariel had learned that the hard way, when she’d moved into the palace with Eric.

"And you have to walk on your tiptoes, like this," she continued, walking delicately on the balls of her feet. “And you gotta walk really slow, like this." she demonstrated, walking with her back forward and her head down, looking around like she would when she would play hide and seek with Sebastian or Scuttle. 

"Here, you try it," she said, stepping back to give Cinderella some space.

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Cinderella's eyebrows shot up, her lips pulled together in a slight pout and she shook her head. "No shoes?" She licked her lips nervously and pulled up her ballgown so the rim showed off her beautiful red with gold accented shoes. They were the newest addition to her collection, and she adored them. Cinderella had an affinity for shoes. They were the one splurge she really allowed herself to have. She could wear the same old dresses, but shoes were important. 

With a slight whimper, Cinderella curled her toes into her shoes while Ariel demonstrated. "Do I have to?" She asked her. "I can walk on my tiptoes in these just fine." She demonstrated, but they made a small clacking noise causes Cinderella to cringe. 

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OOC:

I'm having a lot of trouble receiving notifications for asks so I'm going to try and check messages for DPR and Cindy once a day! Sorry guys! Also, I might be missing messages? So if I haven't replied, just nudge me.

I'm also sorry that I've been so absent. I've been taking extra shifts because I'm moving and quitting my jobs in a few weeks so things are kinda crazy. 

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A New Start (OPEN)

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  "Well, being a servant versus being royalty would be pretty great sometimes," Ariel mused. “Not having to deal with all the decisions. People just tell you what to do. You don’t have to tell other people what to do yourself. It’d be nice."

Though being a princess was an amazing way to live, it came with its pitfalls. Angry people, lots of decisions to make, and not enough time to make them. 

"I could teach you how to sneak around," she joked. “I used to do it all the time when I lived-" she caught herself. Cinderella didn’t know that. "…when I was little." 

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"Yes, well being a servant also comes with it's downsides." Cinderella bowed her head keeping her eyes away from the other princess. She knew the downsides to servitude and she remembered them very well. Her back stung thinking about them. "I mean, please don't get me wrong. Sometimes, being a princess is not what it's cracked up to be, but I wouldn't go back to being a servant. Perhaps, there are those who like the idea of that." She shouldn't judge so quickly, she reminded herself.

"I think I could very well use that." She nodded with a laugh ignoring the choppy statement of the princess. "As long as I don't have to dress up as a servant, I think I'd be nice to escape the pressures of a princess once in a while." She knew that Ariel was hiding something, but so was she. If Ariel wanted to talk about it, Cinderella would lend an ear. 

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Cinderella and Merida (by ourdisneydays)

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Unfashionably Late (Aladdin & Cinderella)

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  Cinderella noticed his hesitance to drink and realized she might have offended him causing her to fret. She continuously moved her fingers around the flute of champagne she held for herself trying desperately not to move the fingers to her hair. She knew she shouldn’t worry about it because what was done, was done, but she still wondered if she had handed him the wine. 

"Aladdin?" She questioned, but nodded slowly. “I understand. I’ve met a lot of royals who have different first names than they actually give." She didn’t want to come out and say that she had been branded as Cinderella despite her birth name being Ella, but she honestly didn’t mind the name so much. It had bitten her stepsisters in the butt as everyone thought the name was lovely and unique. Though she preferred the nicknames to come out of it. Cindy, Cin, and, of course returning to her birthname, Ella. 

"If you don’t mind my prying, where did Ali come from?"

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Jasmine had been wandering, trying to find where she should be. Finally, she had come to a very large set of doors, where she could hear the muted babble of conversations happening behind them.  The footmen opened the doors before she said anything, and before she could even ask where exactly she was they had announced, “Princess Jasmine of Agrabah!"

To the entire room. Which was already filled. It seemed that she was late.

She inclined her head respectfully to the three monarchs, bending her knees in a sort-of half-curtsy. Curtsying was not really something one did in Agrabah, but as she was in somebody else’s court it was right to follow their customs, even if a curtsy was made somewhat strange by the billowy pants she wore. “I am sorry about my lateness," she said. “I was…" For a moment, she wasn’t sure what to say without making her father or Aladdin look bad. “I was unable to arrive with the main party."

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Although she had been in mid conversation with the Arabian monarch, Cinderella was struck with surprise when another person from Agrabah arrived. The name didn't click at first, but then she realized and turned with a happy smile to Aladdin to see his reaction.

When her gaze turned back to Jasmine, who had approached, Cinderella gently curtsied and offered her gracious smile. "It's not a problem, your majesty. I'm just glad you could make it and that you're feeling better!" Excited to meet the princess of a very foreign country, Ella offered a refreshment. "If you desire anything, just let me know and I will get it."

Cinderella attempted conversation, "How was traveling? A separate caravan must have been a hectic!"

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A New Start (OPEN)

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  "You could just sneak in there," Ariel suggested. “Put on a disguise, use an accent; the list could go on. They’d never even know it was you. It’d be fun!" when she was little, Ariel would sneak into her own palace kitchen and surprise the cooks, sometimes ruining meals before they were even finished cooking. It was stupid, but fun. 

"Maybe he wants to escape the hardships of royal life? I mean, it’s not the easiest way, but…" she paused and watched as the servant unceremoniously tried to act like a servant. "…I guess it works."

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Cinderella had definitely thought about sneaking around into the kitchen, but she didn't sneak to well. Even with her life as a servant before, something about her personality made it difficult to sneak. She always got caught. "I'm so terrible at sneaking because I always seem to be caught. I don't look like myself when I dress up as a servant, but I guess it's something of my personality?" 

"I understand escaping the hardships of royal life," She acknowledged knowing sometimes she wanted to get away. "Of all positions though, servitude would not be my first choice." She shook her head solemnly trying to push back the harsh memories of her childhood to adulthood. "Perhaps a butler or hand maiden or lady-in-waiting? Well, for him I suppose he'd have to be a kings-men or something. Though who am I to judge." She shrugged. 

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Unfashionably Late (Aladdin & Cinderella)

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Aladdin took the wine, and sipped it cautiously, trying to be a polite guest. He never really drank, as life on the streets taught him to stay as alert as possible.

He began to relax around Pri - er, Cinderella - she’d sort of become an iconic figure throughout several kingdoms in the short time that she’d reigned, perhaps due to her natural poise and grace. He’d almost envied her for not having to work so hard for it, but in her company realized that maybe, just maybe, they were in the same boat. It was nice to have someone who could understand, if only a little.

“Alright, then, Cinderella,” he agreed. “Also, I’m actually Aladdin, or just Al would be better. Ali’s more of an…alias, that never really went away.” Come to think of it, he didn’t like the name Ali much. Where’d he come up with that again?

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Cinderella noticed his hesitance to drink and realized she might have offended him causing her to fret. She continuously moved her fingers around the flute of champagne she held for herself trying desperately not to move the fingers to her hair. She knew she shouldn't worry about it because what was done, was done, but she still wondered if she had handed him the wine. 

"Aladdin?" She questioned, but nodded slowly. "I understand. I've met a lot of royals who have different first names than they actually give." She didn't want to come out and say that she had been branded as Cinderella despite her birth name being Ella, but she honestly didn't mind the name so much. It had bitten her stepsisters in the butt as everyone thought the name was lovely and unique. Though she preferred the nicknames to come out of it. Cindy, Cin, and, of course returning to her birthname, Ella. 

"If you don't mind my prying, where did Ali come from?"

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A New Start (OPEN)

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Ariel blushed. Most of the time, when she went to balls and royal gatherings, the fellow princes and princesses laughed at her for a variety of reasons. The bright red hair, the fact that she used to be a mermaid…the list was endless. But Cinderella had been nothing but kind and gracious to her. It was amazing. 

“How do you even keep so many forks in one place?!” she asked, her eyes widening. The thought of having so many of one thing was foreign to her. “And I don’t know about why he’s playing dressup. Perhaps he’s a bit of a joker?”

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"I don't even know! The cooks and servers must go mad trying to keep track of everything!" She let out another small giggle. "I really want to see inside of the kitchen someday, but the servants insist that I stay out. 'It's not becoming of a queen.'" She said in the mock snooty voice of her head maid and etiquette teacher. She rolled her eyes. 

Cinderella bit her lip as they watched the man. "I just don't understand why he's doing it. Even as a joke, I don't know too many people who would want to dress up as a servant."

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Unfashionably Late (Aladdin & Cinderella)

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Cinderella meandered about greeting royal guests and honored guests alike. She smiled warmly, offered some small talk, but nothing more. She stayed on the arm of Prince Charming following him and his father, the King, around the ballroom. There were announcements of guests happening at the front  of the ballroom, and Cinderella paid attention to each one attempting to remember everyone’s name and nation they belonged to. 

The announcement of Ali of Agrabah stirred Cinderella’s attention as she looked towards to see the face. The prince looked slightly disheveled and disgruntled making Cinderella feel rather bad for him. She knew the feeling of being so out of place in a new world, and from the sound of it Agrabah was a much different place. It also looked different. 

When he came to greet them, Cinderella curtsied back keeping her bow modest and refined. “Welcome,” She greeted with a smile and shook her head sweetly. “It is not a problem at all, but of course you must be parched from such a long, rushed journey. Would you, perhaps, care for a drink?” She tried her bit at being a hospitable host, and by the looks of it the King was pleased with her offerings to Prince Ali. 

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Aladdin only just kept himself from wincing at the Princess’s observation - did he really look as run-down as he felt?

“Yes, thank you,” he responded, trying not to gasp with relief. Remembering what little he could of his etiquette classes, he said the nicest thing his exhausted brain could think up. “Princess Jasmine has been looking forward to meeting you for a while. She would’ve come anyway, if not for our…persistent staff.” He couldn’t help but smile a bit at the image of Jasmine shooing away all of their doting servants. “And how have you been, Princess?”

Aladdin couldn’t help but notice how heavy and impersonal the last word sounded and felt when he used it to address anyone but his wife.

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Cinderella navigated her new acquaintance away from the King and prince hoping to give some relief to the both of them. She could tell Ali felt a little out of his element, and he certainly wasn't alone. Cinderella often felt out of her element especially in the grand halls, but thankfully she knew how to keep her composure. Stress had a hard time of reaching her. 

"Well, I look forward to meeting Princess Jasmine." Cinderella remarked in return. "Though I understand illness needs rest, and I also understand  how persistent staff could be." She let out a small laugh. Her staff continuously fretted around the princess as if she were a delicate flower that needed constant pruning. Cinderella was more than capable of handling things on her own and she had 19 years to show of it. 

"I've been very well thank you." She handed the prince a flute of Champagne wine, directly from the region. Her etiquette teachers continuously told her how to be a good hostess and how to respond to the word princess, but the title still felt too stuffy for Cinderella. She wanted to make friends. "You may call me Cinderella if you'd like." She said still in her refined voice, but then quietly relaxed added, "Princess can be a little stuff sometimes."

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Unfashionably Late (Aladdin & Cinderella)

It had been dark out for a while when Aladdin, having rushed to get into his proper formal attire, unceremoniously sprinted into Prince Charming and Princess Cinderella’s ballroom. He stopped dead in his tracks as the trumpets sounded and his arrival was announced.

“Prince Ali of Agrabah!”

He did his best to look relaxed and refined, but in reality, this was probably his third lowest point as a prince.

He couldn’t help but feel like the street rat, Aladdin, all over again, within all that finery.

Striding down the room with what he thought looked like confident steps, he made his way over to the elegant hosts and bowed a deep, and, in his mind, ridiculous bow.

“Sorry about my timing, your majesties,” he said, fighting the quiver of insecurity rising in his throat. “I was…” 

What could he say? Jasmine got sick and he had become preoccupied with nursing her back to health to remember anything about politics and diplomacy and exactly why this ball was important? His father-in-law couldn’t even accompany him because someone had to stay and care for her and Aladdin was the most stable enough to go anyway? He was trying to use this as an opportunity to “prove his competence as a prince”?

“…having family issues. Princess Jasmine and the Sultan wish they could be here and send their best wishes.”

Aladdin was completely alone, with no help, surrounded by however many hundreds of royals who were possibly silently judging him. He’d never felt more trapped.

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Cinderella meandered about greeting royal guests and honored guests alike. She smiled warmly, offered some small talk, but nothing more. She stayed on the arm of Prince Charming following him and his father, the King, around the ballroom. There were announcements of guests happening at the front  of the ballroom, and Cinderella paid attention to each one attempting to remember everyone's name and nation they belonged to. 

The announcement of Ali of Agrabah stirred Cinderella's attention as she looked towards to see the face. The prince looked slightly disheveled and disgruntled making Cinderella feel rather bad for him. She knew the feeling of being so out of place in a new world, and from the sound of it Agrabah was a much different place. It also looked different. 

When he came to greet them, Cinderella curtsied back keeping her bow modest and refined. "Welcome," She greeted with a smile and shook her head sweetly. "It is not a problem at all, but of course you must be parched from such a long, rushed journey. Would you, perhaps, care for a drink?" She tried her bit at being a hospitable host, and by the looks of it the King was pleased with her offerings to Prince Ali. 

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A New Start (OPEN)

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  In all her excitement, she’d forgotten to introduce herself the proper way. Whoops.

“Oh, yes! Yes, I am a princess. I rule with Prince Eric in our kingdom.” though that wasn’t the whole story, it was much simpler than ‘I was a princess of an underwater kingdom but I kind of traded my voice for legs and then some’. 

She followed Cinderella as they walked together. “You could probably guess. I’d bet it’s in the hundreds. Or even thousands. I’m sure that even if you make up a random number he’ll get it wrong.” she giggled. “He doesn’t seem like he’s real trouble, though. Just a bit of a joker. He’s gotta have a date around here somewhere.” she looked around as if to prove her point.

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"I remember Prince Eric. Your husband is very lovely, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Princess Ariel." Cinderella let out a small giggle. Sometimes she struggled remembering all the royalties names and places, but Ariel didn't seem to mind Cinderella's lack of knowledge which gave Cinderella a little bit of relief.

"Oh dear, I'm sure it's somewhere in the thousands. After all, the servants have their forks, and then there's the regular dinner forks, and banquet forks... and I believe ball forks. Really, too many forks. I don't understand why we need so many, but to each their own." She smiled with a laugh. Cinderella looked around following Ariel's motions. She shrugged. "Perhaps, but I don't understand why he's even dressed as one of the servants. Surely, he believes he'll get caught?" 

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A New Start (OPEN)

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Ariel walked up to stand beside the princess-Cinderella, as she knew now. Though she hadn’t known her but for only a moment, Ariel already liked this girl. She was funny and seemed to have a good handle on herself. She laughed.

“Nice to meet you, Cinderella. I’m Ariel.” she curtsied slightly and shook Cinderella’s hand, hoping it looked okay. Carlotta had taught her how to do it, and though she had caught on quickly, it was a bit hard to do it. 

She looked back to the “servant.” he didn’t seem like he was doing anything bad, it just looked…unusual.

“You should probably ask him some really hard question,” she joked. “Like how many ding-” she paused. “Ah, forks are in the castle.” 

Ariel chided herself for the mistake, but didn’t get too upset over it. Hopefully the fellow princess didn’t notice it.

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Cinderella liked the way the woman curtsied. It wasn't polished like some of the women who visited the castle that didn't like Cinderella. "It is a pleasure, Ariel. Now, I hope you don't mind my forward nature, but are you a princess? I only ask because I'm still learning all the neighboring royals. I do apologize if I'm being too presumptuous." A horrible amount of anxiousness pitted in her stomach. 

Looking back at the man disguised as the help, Cinderella shook her head. "That would be a good idea, but I'm afraid I don't even know how many forks there are. Besides would that include dinner forks, dessert forks, salad forks, and the like? There are far too many utensils. I think I might go with something easier. For instance, who is he and when did he start working?" She brought her gloved hand up to rub her chin. "I don't know what do you think?" Cinderella asked looping her arm through her new friends' as the rim of their ballgowns hoops brushed together. 

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A New Start (OPEN)

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  Ariel had never been to a palace this luxurious before. Eric had never been one for glamour, and they were away sailing so much that it wasn’t something they thought about often. But she couldn’t help but feel a small bit of envy as she walked through the halls of this castle.

As she was walking down one of the many corridors, she came up on Cinderella herself, who seemed to be pre-occupied with eyeing a man who, although dressed as a servant, certainly did not seem like one. She laughed lightly and gestured to the man.

“That’s an interesting servant you’ve got there,” she said. “He seems a bit sneaky, if you ask me.”

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Cinderella jumped at the sound of someone beside her as it used to be a sign of her caught by her wicked stepmother eaves dropping. Instead of the cruel, cold face of her stepmother, a bright, bubbly red head stood beside her. She placed her hand over her chest and let out a small breath.

"You frightened me dear." She smiled and laughed at her own absurdity. "He is a bit sneaky. I've never seen him before, and Charming hasn't hired new staff." Cinderella remarked returning her attention to him. "I'm thinking I might have to make introductions soon to figure out where he's from..." She thought aloud. She couldn't let someone walk around the castle without knowing them especially if something seemed a little off as it did with him. 

Then, Cinderella realized how improper she was being. She turned her attention to the woman who was dressed like royalty and realized her mistake. She was still adjusting to life as a princess. "Forgive me, where are my manners?" She curtsied to the woman before extending a small, delicate hand. "Princess Cinderella, but I am more than alright with just Cinderella. My title is a bit of a mouthful with my already long name." She laughed trying to save herself from the embarrassing lack of tact and manners.