Cinderella: A Classical Twist

Capiter 2:Elle

Warning swearing and potential turn ons: mentions abuse

*Elle's pov*

Nobody knows this but my parents and Nora, my best friend but my full birth name is Emily Ellenor Duchie Buchanan. Nobody calls me that. I'm just known as Elle, the princess of their kingdom, Inkland. I never wanted to be a princess, but I am the only heir to the royal throne. I feel like I'm always disappointing my parents because I'm a girl, because I won't marry, because I don't want to be Queen, because I can't do anything right. They would just hate me even more if I told them that I was lesbian, and after meeting Nora there is no way I'm coming out of the closet.

So here I am, my best friend is a commoner whom I have a crush on, my parents disapprove of my every move, and I am four days before the invitation goes out for a ball to determine my husband! My life sucks. Not that I hate Nora or anything like that, it's just that most aspects of my life suck.

I was once again rethinking the day that I met Nora.

*Flashback*

As I walked into the recommended bar, the frellian, I looked around in awe. It was beautiful. There were a bunch of ugly drunks sitting around tables, a bar with more ugly drunks and a beautiful girl, a bartender who didn't look drunk at all. In other words, it was the most uncivilized thing I had ever seen. I loved it.

As I tried and probably failed to swagger up to the bar stool next to the only no drunk person there I noticed that all the guys were muttering thing like, "fresh meat" and "I could do with a taste o' her". When I sat down they all looked away and I introduced myself to the beautiful lady in front me, though I was too focused on her to hear what I was saying, I'm pretty sure that I told her that I was lesbian. She was so pale that her skin almost reminded me of snow, with lost of blue veins on the surface. Her eyes were a light reddish browny hazelnut colour that was most attractive, suggesting that she came from a distant royal married noble. She most likely had power like underwater breathing or something like that. Her hair is a beautiful gold, like the gold necklace I own. And her lips. They are most beautifully perfect lips that you've ever seen. Plump, but not huge. Red, but not like blood or rubies, a red that brings out the red in her eyes. She was wearing very old close that were almost too small for her and was very clearly poor, probably a servant of some kind if the soot on her face was a hint. And yet, she was just as beautiful as she would be in a ball gown at a ball for the princess.

(A/N In order for the next part to make sense just know that the royal family has red eyes, which signal that they all have powers. Elle's power is mind reading)

From her thoughts she thought that I was quite beautiful too. 'She was just so beautiful. She had the most tan skin, though it was clearly pale before, her eyes sparkled like a pool of blood on the floor, a bright red, and her hair was the colour of black satin. She was wearing very old close that were almost too small for her and was very clearly poor. And yet, she was just as beautiful as she would be in a ball gown at a ball for the princess.' At this I blocked out her thoughts.

"... And so that is my story, what's your name at least." I could feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment. "Oh...Ummm..." I sighed "You weren't listing were you? That's ok, I'll just go." "No!" She exclaimed a little too loudly as I went to leave. It was clear that she didn't want me here.

"I-I wasn't listening, but I am sorry and will make it up to you. How about I buy you a drink?" Near the end her voice started to squeak. " My eyes are up here, you know." I never thought that I'd ever get you use that line on a hot lady as her cheeks grew redder than even before I ordered. "I'll just take a cranberry juice." My eyebrow flew up. "You don't drink either?" I giggled. Why on earth did I giggle?!? "Nope. I just came here to experience life outside my house." As then called to the bartender. " She called to bar tender and after she ordered for us I smiled and I admit, I was a little jealous of how close she and the bartender seemed. After all, she was way too perfect to be lesbian. "You seem to be very polite to the bartender." Friendly. Not polite. I mentally smacked myself. "Doesn't let my folks know I'm here." She explained. "Ahhh. I see." I was so relived, I hope it didn't show. Just as an awkward silence was taking over the bar tender came back over with our drinks. "Thank you" I said as he handed me my glass. "This ones definitely a keeper, Nora." Again, she blushed. It was cute really. "I just met her. I don't even know her name." He grinned "From the way you looked at her I'd say you should go for it." The bar tender whispered the last part, though I could hear it. "Oliver!" She said while smacking him lightly on his head. "Okay okay. I get when I'm not wanted." As he left he winked at her.

"What was that all about?" I asked. I mean, it's not like she's lesbian. "Nothing. He says this about every girl I buy drinks for. I'm lesbian." She stares at me for a moment in shock that mirrors my own. I was in denial. There's no way. She sighed and jerked me from my thoughts. Her head was in her hands.

"Wow, I wish I was that open about stuff." I finally say. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually so outspoken, I'll just be going before you stone me." As soon as she said this my jaw dropped. WHAT. THE. FUCK. "WHAT? Why would I do that?" "That's what my family did to me when they found out. So I kind of expected the same thing of everyone else as well."

I stared at her, pretty sure that there was horror plastered all over my face. Good thing I hadn't told my family yet. "I'm never telling my family I'm lesbian then." She looked dumbfounded. Kind of like how I felt when I heard that she was also a lesbian. "Wow..." I decided that I didn't want to end up in awkward silence again so I changed the subject. "So, now that we've got our darkest secrets out of the way why don't we sack say our names, our age and the town that we live in. I'll start. My name is Elle, I'm 17 turning 18 in three days, on march 7th and I live in Jeweltown." I looked at her expectantly. "My n-name is E-El-Elenor, b-but please, c-call me N-Nora. I-I'm 18 today, i-if it's M-March 5th a-and I l-live in J-Jeweltown a-as well." Her studded was adorable. And I loved her name. "Nora is a lovely name, and so is Elenor."

We sat there in comfortable silence for most of the rest of the night, and Nora was absolutely amazing. Occasionally we made small talk but not often. At the end of the night we said our goodbyes and left, promising to see each other again.

*End Flashback*

We did see each other again, many times and slowly but surely, I grew to secretly love her. I also found out from her thoughts that she was abused by her dad, physically and mentally, and that she had figured out that I was royalty, even though I was wearing contacts. I may have mentioned it to her.

In four days the invitation for a ball to decide my husband would be sent out, and I believe that Nora will be crushed, as she also has a secret crush on me. This has made it especially hard not to just kiss her senseless and let everyone know that she's mine. I'll tell her ahead of time in two days as my mom really wants another family dinner tonight. I really do love that girl. I'll have to find a way to get her on the guest list.

A/N
I'm sorry guys but I had to put in a little drama.