A Fantasified Fairytale- Cinderella

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"You know," the Prince said," you never told me your name."

"It's..." Cinderella began.

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The Queen sat next to her husband, eating the wonderfully prepared meal, from the.... Not so wonderfully set table. She only hoped her son was alright out in the garden. Oh how she hoped. She hoped that the girl would get away in time. She hoped that if things went south, her son would be accepting.... Unlike some.

"Are you aright?" The king asked.

The queen just nodded and continued eating. Occasionally she engaged in some friendly conversation. 11:00.

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"It's Christine!" Cindere- er, Christine exclaimed, throwing out her arms.

"Oh...," the Prince said.

"You don't like it?" Christine said, disappointed.

"No," the Prince said," It's just that..."

The Prince pulled off his clever disguise, revealing the face of one very misunderstood man. Cinderella/Christine gasped and fainted. The man smiled and picked the girl up in his arms.

"My Christine," he whispered, disappearing into the night.

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"You requested me m'lady?" Isadora, one of the royal family's heralds, asked.

"Yes," the Queen replied, her voice barely a whisper. "Something is wrong. I need you to accompany me to the garden."

"Shall I fetch Kale?" Isadora asked.

"No.... No. I want you to accompany me, and you alone." The Queen said, growing impatient. There wasn't much time. 11:55.

The two women walked into the garden.... And found an empty bench. Both gasped.

"No....no, no, no, no, no.....," the Queen whispered. "Christopher, what have you done?"

"What's wrong your majesty?" Isadora asked.

The Queen held out her hand. "I'm going to need one of those sugar slippers. Fetch Kale and Ethan, too."

"Of course your majesty," Isadora replied, walking towards the palace.

"Oh, and Isadora? Don't tell anyone about the Prince and the girl," the Queen said.

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"Welcome back Christine," a familiar voice said.

"Your highness?" the girl asked, seeing the glint of the Prince's crown in front of her. "What's going on? Why are my hands tied?"

"Drop the act, Christine. You know I'm not the Prince," said the voice.

Christine's eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she saw that the crown was just resting on the chair in front of her. In front of the chairs was a small table. She couldn't see much else. And then, instead of the chair, crown, and table, she saw what she had been dreading most. He had come back for her.

She had hoped that by posing as a stange and marrying the Prince of that country, she'd be free. But her plans must've been leaked. Or worse....

"Not happy to see me?" the man asked. "I had a feeling. A feeling that you were gone. And not just from my life- from Paris. So you came here. How clever." He slammed his hands down on the table. "You will never be free. I thought I made that very clear that night."

"Oh no," Christine-ella whistpered, hanging her head.

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"He's gone?!" King Ethan exclaimed.

Queen Nathalia merely nodded. "He left with that girl."

"We.. we need to find him! We should send the heralds at once!"

"Wait!" the Queen said, holding up a hand. "I.. I need to tell you something first. I... Christopher.... he.. he's not my son." Gasps arose from everyone but the Queen and Isadora. "He's hers."

The Queen took off her crown and gave it to Isadora, who took off her disgiuise (which consisted mostly of makeup and a wig), placing the crown on her head.

"What?! No...... I-if she's you, then who are you?" the King asked, confusion and a hint of anger filling his voice.

"I'm.... Haleigh. A fairy. Your wife and I switched places," Haleigh-lia explained. "Which means she is really Nathalia."

"Then where's Isadora?" Ethan asked.

Nathalia-dora sighed. "I don't know. She could be where I left her... or..." And then the clock stuck twelve.