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Heels (Fairytale)

A/N: Cinderella + Eren = Cindereren

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, a duke and duchess gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.

However, the boy's mother died shortly after giving birth, to the intense grief of the duke. Still, for his son, he carried on and cared for him on his own.

He named him Cindereren, after his mother Cinder.

The boy was his father's pride and joy and he spoiled him rotten. The boy loved his father very much, and was very happy to hear he wanted to remarry soon, a severe woman named Annie.

When he found out how cruel his step-mother and siblings were, he was very nervous, but he knew his father would take of him no matter what so he didn't worry.

The duke died when Cindereren was ten years old.

The end of his happy childhood.

Her step-mother and siblings wasted most of the money her father left for them, and eventually they had to be rid of the servant who had once taken care of their house.

So, Cindereren's family forced him to do the cooking and cleaning.

He was immensely resentful of all of them, but he knew his father would be sad to see him do unkind things so he took on the daily chores with a high head and a grace his stepmother began hating him for.

As he grew older, his stepmother refused to let him cut his hair and forced him to wear dresses and corsets to make him appear as a woman so she could stay head of the household.

He was not happy, but at the very least he had his dreams and the animals around their house to keep him company.

"Cindereren, mop the hall!"

"Cindereren, iron my dress!"

"Cindereren, clean my laundry!"

His head was spinning as he rushed to get everything done one morning.

"Cindereren!"

He looked up to the top of the stairs. "Yes, stepmother?" he replied.

"Forget your other chores for now," she said, coming down the stairs. "I need you to sweep the foyer."

"Yes, stepmother," he replied, picking up the broom on his way to the foyer.

She stared at him as he walked away, annoyed that she couldn't get under his skin the way she could to other people. She walks out when she hears a knock from the door in the foyer.

"Thank you, sir," Cindereren says, nodding as he closes the door.

When Annie saw Cindereren smiling when he turned around, she seethed. "Who was that?" she asked.

"There's going to be a ball," Cindereren said happily. "Every eligible young man and woman in the kingdom is invited to have a chance to meet the prince."

Annie takes the invitation. "I see," she says. "You better stop looking so excited, you're not going."

Cindereren's drops. "What do you mean I can't go?"

Annie quirks an eyebrow at her, shaking her head. "You're a mess, my boy. You look like a girl and we certainly haven't the money for you to buy a gown or a suit, you'll embarrass yourself going like that. You're much better off here."

"Are you saying if I find good enough clothes I can go?"

Annie looks at him with sharp eyes. "You must also have your chores done," she says. "Berthoult, Reiner!"