Cinderella Story [Wriothesley x Reader]

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Two doves together,

one black and one white,

see Cinderella's struggle

and watch her sleep every night.

'There is nothing to tell -

no story!' they cry,

but they do not know yet

that this is a lie.

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Everybody has a perfect version of themselves, one that they always work towards and hope to become. It is usually an unreachable ideal, but through continuous working on oneself and one's personality, it is possible to achieve one's goal simply in the steady convergence to it.

For you, one personality trait of your ideal self was being trustworthy. You wanted to be there for your friends and family, wanted them to be able to rely on and confide in you. It was a huge part of being a good person, in your opinion. All the heroines and heroes in the stories you loved so much as a child were such people. Your mother had been such a person, too. She had always been your role model.

Which was why it hurt badly that right now, you were made to be responsible for the betrayal on one of your best friends, Emil.

Emil, who had been by your side since childhood.

Who had been the prince to your princess whenever you had played some of your favourite stories.

Who had held your hand when you had crossed fallen trees in the forest.

Who had hugged you tightly while you cried when you had lost your mother.

Who struggled so much to survive in this economy, but still had always been there for you.

Your stepsisters, Pearl and Rosalith both smirked at you. The older one, Rosalith, pushed a strand of her silky magenta hair behind her shoulder. "You should probably be more careful where you have such important talks in the future", she told you smugly, with a glint in her eyes. Pearl, with a similar hair colour to her sister, only lighter, continued in her stead. "Or at least be mindful of who might be able to hear. Who knows what would happen to that little friend of yours if it came out he's the thief everyone's been looking for all this time."

You just stared at them, filled with panic and unable to answer. They seemed to enjoy your shocked reaction a lot, which shouldn't surprise you at all.

"Picture it, Emil, the thief, the headline on the front page of the Steambird", Rosalith continued. "He'd be cast into Meropide without a second thought and thrown to the wolves. Poor, kindhearted Emil probably wouldn't last there very long, would he?"

Finally, at her taunts, you found your voice again. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"The Fabergee Egg, my dear sister." Pearl told you and moved her fingers to your cheek, but you pushed her hand to the side. She just laughed so sickly sweet it made you want to puke. "The one that's so insanely valuable. You know? The one that Emil stole?"

"It seems you also don't know what you're talking about." You willed yourself to be as calm as possible to refute your sisters' accusations, praying she didn't hear how fast your heart was beating.