I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking. You think I'm about to say that my name is Cinderella, and this is the story of how I got away from my wicked stepmother and her conniving daughters to get my happily ever after.
Well, you'd be half right. Maybe not even half. Turns out, fairy tales aren't quite what they seem to be. You see, my name's not Cinderella. It's actually Anna. I'm not even sure where my stepmother got the name Cinderella, but I'd have to guess she got it from someone else
And that someone else is the problem.
But I'm digressing. In order to properly tell this story, we'll have to go back to the beginning. Back to when my parents first met, in a kingdom in a faraway land. A land that had not only knights and Kings and Countesses, but also fairies, magic, and betrayal.
That last one? That's pretty important. The events that shaped my childhood, the path my life took, and the choices I made were all influenced by a series of small betrayals that I- and those close to me- didn't learn about until it was almost too late.
In short, I was nothing more than a puppet for another's schemes.
So, are you ready to hear my story?
My name is Anna, and I am Cinderella.
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A Reluctant Cinderella
FantasyThe lovely Countess Angelica is proud of her daughters, Rosabella and Isabela. Without a doubt, one of them is sure to wed the Prince Evaric after they dance with him at his betrothal balls, held by the King to find him a bride worthy to be the next...
