The Villain Cinderella

The Queen's Trantrum

In a land, far, far away. (About six hundred miles to the North, of where Cassidy is.)

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Prince Christopher Rupert Alexander Jackson was not in a good mood. In fact, you might say he was in a terrible mood. Because if there was a single thing in the world that he had ever hated in his entire life, was these stupid parties.

Oh, excuse him. They're called Balls. (Like they never had them in the first place.)

In fact, he would willingly go so far as to change his name, to make it even longer so that the announcer would take even longer shouting his name in the grand ballroom, just so he could get out of the reach of the temptresses of the devil, even for a few more seconds.

Women.

They were after him like leeches. Once they found him they stuck to him and Chris was sure, if given the chance, they would start drinking his blood. He didn't know how far these girls went to getting into these boring gatherings. And all of the violence that he saw after he was announced amazed him.

You'd think, in a room full of Heroes, they would try and do something to stop the demons from ripping another's hair out in an attempt of being the beautiful one that caught his heart. Instead they all drank alcohol and shared their war stories. Except more than half of the Heroes here probably never caught a Villain. They were notoriously hard to catch, they always seemed to have a thousand backup plans.

And that is why, Prince Christopher Rupert Alexander Jackson hated balls. Parties. Anything that had to do with a gathering at some point. Because the rich from Central University always seemed to worm themselves into the private gatherings of the Heroes, God only knows how they did it. They wanted him, of all people, to fall madly in love with them. To show him their cute as a button nose, or their kissable lips. Even try to give him a few examples.

It felt like he was the only one who was subjected to this kind of plight. Any other Hero would be happy for all of the attention they were getting. Any other Prince would have slept with half of the castle. Anybody else who wasn't Prince Christopher Rupert Alexander Jackson would have taken advantage of these women throwing themselves at him, and it wore him down to a point of no return.

"I refuse." Prince Christopher Rupert Alexander Jackson crossed his arms, staring down at his mother. "I refuse to do another ball. Another party. Even an early brunch."

His mother, a woman who had jet black hair and still had the title of 'Prettiest Woman in Triran', stopped in her tracks and stared at her son like he had grown a second head. (An uncommon sight, even here.)

"What was that Chris? I didn't quite hear what you said." Queen Helen said, her smile wavering as if she knew exactly what her son had said.

"No more. No more of any of this!" Chris said, waving his arms around to the hustle and bustle of the castle. Another ball was suppose to take place in three days, and already the tension was high in the castle staff, and Chris was pretty sure he had seen a few maids fall asleep because they had done an all-nighter. "No more balls. Stop this, Mother."

Queen Helen stared at her son, before her faced changed into one of a pout and she looked at her son with her big blue eyes. "C-Chris." She whimpered, "please, I love balls. I love being with my friends. When can I be with my friends if I can't have an excuse for them to come over? Plus, with you being wifeless, this is a good way for you find somebody to date, maybe even marry."

Chris sighed, an angry sound. "Mom, you don't realise do you? I get hounded every turn I make! I am surrounded by these greedy little goblins who just want me to magically fall in love with them so they can be Queen. If I try to do anything, they cling to me. Remember the last ball? How Lady Hestly had to be pried off of me? She was doing that for more than two hours before!" He sighed again, "I don't want to be in any part of this. If you wanted your friends around more, then you should summon them to the court and talk to the Queen. Not to mention how much money goes into these stupid little parties."