The Glass Slipper
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Adult +
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4
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17
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The Glass Slipper
Title: The Glass Slipper
Author: Pucie
Chapter: Once Upon A Time (Prologue)
A/N: I have seen a lot of retellings of Beauty and the Beast, but I can’t remember seeing one for Cinderella, so I thought I’d give it a shot. I’m gonna mix in elements from Ever After, The Disney cartoon: Cinderella, and the live action version they did a few years ago that starred Brandy as Cinderella and some of my own ideas. It’s a Sess-Kag fanfic, so hope you enjoy!
Once Upon A Time (Prologue)
Once upon a time there lived a little girl who loved her mother very much. They were as close as an eight-year old and her mother could be. They lived with her stepfather and stepsisters, who were very nice to the little girl, as long as her mother was around. The little girl’s father had been born to higher nobility than her stepfather and stepsisters were, and they hated the little girl for that fact. No matter how cruel they were to her though, she never uttered a peep about their treatment of her to her mother. Her stepfather seemed to care for her mother, and he made her mother smile, she would do anything to keep her mother from becoming as sad as she had been when the little girl’s father died.
For that reason, and that reason alone she kept silent about the harsh words flung her way, the humiliating things that her new stepsisters forced her to endure, and all the beatings she received, although they were careful to never harm her face. They never harmed her face, for it was the only way they could keep their heinous actions a secret.
They lived on her mother’s vast wealth, and they knew that if she ever realized the way her daughter was treated, they would be out on the street, begging like paupers, for a title of nobility doesn’t always come hand in hand with personal wealth.
But then one day, the little girl’s mother became sick. At first she didn’t worry, her mother had been sick before, but she always got better. As time went on, she slowly realized that her mother wasn’t getting better. . . .she only got worse. She only got worse until the day she died.
It was a sad time for the little girl, she had lost the only comforting presence she had in her life, and now she was alone. She was inconsolable. Her stepfather took her to the reading of the will. It left everything to her stepfather and stepsisters, it was a low blow to the young girl to realize that her mother had left her with nothing.
Little did she know that the will was a forgery. Her stepfather had hired his own lawyer to forge a new will, while the old will and her mother’s own lawyer disappeared off the face of the earth. No one had noticed when, once, in the dead of night, a light had appeared in the lawyer’s study, and he was drug out of the house, and shipped to the America’s as an indentured servant.
One thing her stepfather had never known, though, was that her mother, and her mother’s lawyer were very good friends. They had met through her first husband, and had found they had much in common. Theirs was a purely plutonic relationship though, never straying beyond the vows of friendship. Not long after her first husband, and only real love had died, she had asked her friend, the lawyer, for a very big favor, on that day she had requested that if anything ever happened to her, for him to please raise her daughter as his own. To make sure she had all the love and comfort she deserved for being such a loving child.
She had altered her will to reflect this wish, and never changed it, no matter what lies her stepfather and his charlatan had deceived her with.
But, how could an eight-year old girl possibly know this? All she knew was that her loving mother was gone, leaving her in the care of this beast of a man and his two daughters. She was informed that even though her mother had left no provision for her in her will, she would be allowed to stay in the house as a servant. She would become the personal maid of his wretched daughters, her stepsisters. She would do everything she was told, no matter what it was, or, he promised her, there would be hell to pay, and she would find herself with no roof over her head, or even clothes on her back.
Everything she had, they owned, including her. A fact he was most happy to keep reminding her of.
Through the years, the girl grew used to the daily beatings, it seemed that no matter what she did, nothing was ever quite right. She didn’t sweep well enough, their breakfast was cold, their wine was hot, and the list would always grow to horrendous proportions.
She grew to be quite beautiful as the years went by and she aged along with the rest of them. You couldn’t always see the beauty she possessed, for the simple fact that, while being denied a bed and her own room, she would sleep by the hearth at night to keep the chills at bay, which caused her, more often than not, to be completely covered in ashes, or cindersoot.
This being the case, her stepsisters had taken to calling her “Cinderella”, much to their great delight. They loved the fact that she was often so dirty you could not see the pure radiance her refection would reveal.
For they both knew, no matter how many times the young men at court told them THEY were the most beautiful beings to grace the earth,
They knew. . . .they KNEW, that if anyone could see their stepsister in all her glory. . .
They would never be able to hold a candle to the quiet grace and beauty that resided in her countenance.
A/N: This is short, I know. . . but the rest of the chapters will be longer, this is just to get you started! Gomen Nasai!
Author: Pucie
Chapter: Once Upon A Time (Prologue)
A/N: I have seen a lot of retellings of Beauty and the Beast, but I can’t remember seeing one for Cinderella, so I thought I’d give it a shot. I’m gonna mix in elements from Ever After, The Disney cartoon: Cinderella, and the live action version they did a few years ago that starred Brandy as Cinderella and some of my own ideas. It’s a Sess-Kag fanfic, so hope you enjoy!
Once Upon A Time (Prologue)
Once upon a time there lived a little girl who loved her mother very much. They were as close as an eight-year old and her mother could be. They lived with her stepfather and stepsisters, who were very nice to the little girl, as long as her mother was around. The little girl’s father had been born to higher nobility than her stepfather and stepsisters were, and they hated the little girl for that fact. No matter how cruel they were to her though, she never uttered a peep about their treatment of her to her mother. Her stepfather seemed to care for her mother, and he made her mother smile, she would do anything to keep her mother from becoming as sad as she had been when the little girl’s father died.
For that reason, and that reason alone she kept silent about the harsh words flung her way, the humiliating things that her new stepsisters forced her to endure, and all the beatings she received, although they were careful to never harm her face. They never harmed her face, for it was the only way they could keep their heinous actions a secret.
They lived on her mother’s vast wealth, and they knew that if she ever realized the way her daughter was treated, they would be out on the street, begging like paupers, for a title of nobility doesn’t always come hand in hand with personal wealth.
But then one day, the little girl’s mother became sick. At first she didn’t worry, her mother had been sick before, but she always got better. As time went on, she slowly realized that her mother wasn’t getting better. . . .she only got worse. She only got worse until the day she died.
It was a sad time for the little girl, she had lost the only comforting presence she had in her life, and now she was alone. She was inconsolable. Her stepfather took her to the reading of the will. It left everything to her stepfather and stepsisters, it was a low blow to the young girl to realize that her mother had left her with nothing.
Little did she know that the will was a forgery. Her stepfather had hired his own lawyer to forge a new will, while the old will and her mother’s own lawyer disappeared off the face of the earth. No one had noticed when, once, in the dead of night, a light had appeared in the lawyer’s study, and he was drug out of the house, and shipped to the America’s as an indentured servant.
One thing her stepfather had never known, though, was that her mother, and her mother’s lawyer were very good friends. They had met through her first husband, and had found they had much in common. Theirs was a purely plutonic relationship though, never straying beyond the vows of friendship. Not long after her first husband, and only real love had died, she had asked her friend, the lawyer, for a very big favor, on that day she had requested that if anything ever happened to her, for him to please raise her daughter as his own. To make sure she had all the love and comfort she deserved for being such a loving child.
She had altered her will to reflect this wish, and never changed it, no matter what lies her stepfather and his charlatan had deceived her with.
But, how could an eight-year old girl possibly know this? All she knew was that her loving mother was gone, leaving her in the care of this beast of a man and his two daughters. She was informed that even though her mother had left no provision for her in her will, she would be allowed to stay in the house as a servant. She would become the personal maid of his wretched daughters, her stepsisters. She would do everything she was told, no matter what it was, or, he promised her, there would be hell to pay, and she would find herself with no roof over her head, or even clothes on her back.
Everything she had, they owned, including her. A fact he was most happy to keep reminding her of.
Through the years, the girl grew used to the daily beatings, it seemed that no matter what she did, nothing was ever quite right. She didn’t sweep well enough, their breakfast was cold, their wine was hot, and the list would always grow to horrendous proportions.
She grew to be quite beautiful as the years went by and she aged along with the rest of them. You couldn’t always see the beauty she possessed, for the simple fact that, while being denied a bed and her own room, she would sleep by the hearth at night to keep the chills at bay, which caused her, more often than not, to be completely covered in ashes, or cindersoot.
This being the case, her stepsisters had taken to calling her “Cinderella”, much to their great delight. They loved the fact that she was often so dirty you could not see the pure radiance her refection would reveal.
For they both knew, no matter how many times the young men at court told them THEY were the most beautiful beings to grace the earth,
They knew. . . .they KNEW, that if anyone could see their stepsister in all her glory. . .
They would never be able to hold a candle to the quiet grace and beauty that resided in her countenance.
A/N: This is short, I know. . . but the rest of the chapters will be longer, this is just to get you started! Gomen Nasai!