Cinderella Story [Wriothesley x Reader]

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The mother and sister,

desperate to convince,

cover in ashes;

just for the prince.

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The two women stood out like a sore thumb, even more than you ever had, with their over-the-top dresses, their elaborate hairdo and simply the way they acted. One could see how visibly disgusted they were by how dirty the Fortress of Meropide was to them. Hematitia constantly held her long skirt up so it wouldn't even have the chance of touching the floor, whereas Pearl didn't have that problem since her dress was just made of barely enough fabric to cover her ass and breasts. They made their way over to Wriothesley's office, led by poor Walden who was constantly pestered by them, and then promptly entered without knocking, no matter how hard he tried to stop them.

Wriothesley looked up from his desk, visibly annoyed at the sudden interruption, and his mood didn't increase in the slightest when he realized who he was dealing with.

"Your entry was quite rude," he greeted them, crossing his arm in front of his chest.

Hematitia sat down in the chair opposite him, while Pearl placed herself on his desk provocatively.

"Good day, your grace," your stepmother said, at least finding her manners in greeting him. "We're here because we need to talk to you."

"Talk to me about what?" He leaned back in his seat, his sentence short and cold.

Pearl said your name out loud. "We think she has you fooled."

"I don't think so," Wriothesley just stated, waving her off completely before she had even started. "If that is all, you can leave again."

"Archons, she really has him fooled!" Pearl turned back towards her mother and gasped in shock.

"She's good. Very good," Hematitia said calmly, then looked at the Duke with a sad look in her eyes. "I'm really sorry we have to tell you this now, your grace. I really wish we didn't. But I can't take this anymore. She's a liar and a manipulator."

"She's ruthless. Acting without a conscience," Pearl interjected, trying to help. "She made my sister's and my life a living hell as we grew up. She always took everything from us."

Tears were starting to form in Hematitia's eyes. "I really don't know how she turned out this way. I thought I did my best, even as a stepmother."

"It's not your fault, mother. She was too old already when we came into her life. Hanging out with the wrong people." She stepped back to the chair to comfort her mother, rubbing her upper arm soothingly.

"You can stop your theatrical performance now." Wriothesley sighed deeply. His patience was wearing thin. "I'm not interested in your opinion. I've formed my own already."

"You don't know what kind of person she is..." Pearl left Hematitia's side again and leaned onto the desk once more, making sure that her cleavage showed nicely as she placed her hands on the wood in front of him. "Do you know who she hangs out with? Thieves. Liars. Drug users. And like my mother's friend said, she could very well be the person that murdered my father and sister!"

"I told you, I'm not in-" Now he was really ticked off, especially since your stepsister didn't even let him finish his sentence.

"You've heard of Emil, right? Her best friend? He's a thief. He's scum. Probably did all kinds of illegal things in his life. Remember the Fabergee Egg that was stolen a few months ago? It was all over the newspapers! That was him and I can prove it!"