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Authors: Casey Lane
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Cinderella could feel her presence throughout. She knew what course of action her mentor would take.
T he thief and the Prince patrolled along rooftop after rooftop, looking for anything out of the ordinary in the sleeping village. Cinderella attempted to adjust her typical routine to include a sidekick, but said royal sidekick seemed to want nothing more than to start a conversation.
The prince remained slightly out of breath the entire time. “So, the Godmother told me your name. Would you rather go by Cindy? Ella? Inder?"
Every time the prince attempted to speak, Cinderella sprinted away from him and leapt to the next rooftop. The prince followed, never getting quite as much distance as she did in her leaps.
"I just don't wanna keep saying 'hey' and 'you' instead of addressing you by your preferred name."
Another run and another leap away from conversation.
The prince was relentless. “You know what, I hear that we have something in common."
Cinderella could feel her blood starting to boil. “If you say a dead parent, I'm going to twist more than your knee."
The prince's mouth gaped open in fake surprise. “She speaks! I guess you only do that when someone touches a nerve, Cindy?"
"Elle. Call me Elle. Let's just leave it at that."
Tonight's patrol had even less intrigue than usual. Often, Cinderella would find a knifing to stop or a trio of drunkards stripping off their clothes in a very public place. She wondered if the talkative prince was scaring off both the weirdos and the genuine leads.
She sat down and wrapped her arms around her knees. “We can take a break."
Braedon sighed with relief. “Thank the gods.” He let himself slump down to a lying position. “I don't know how you do this every night. I could really use a drink."
Cinderella shook her head. “Sadly, Your Highness, they don't have kegs that run a line up to the rooftops in your noble village."
The prince lazily rolled over to her side. “It is sad. Speaking of sad, how did your mother die?"
Do not throw him off the rooftop. Do not throw him off the rooftop.
She shot him a death-glance. “Is this legitimate third date conversation?"
He smiled. “So, you're finally admitting that we've been going on dates?"
She looked away from him. “I don't want to talk about it."
The prince nodded. “Understood. My father died in a grizzly hunting accident. I never even got to see him before he passed away."
"I think I heard about that. You know, because your father was the king of this freaking country."
The prince sat up. “All I'm saying is that we have something in common."
Cinderella leaned away from him. She knew the Godmother would say that talking things out was always more helpful than keeping them in. But she spent all day doing things she was supposed to do, and frankly, she was a little tired of it.
"I can think of one small difference."
"What's that?"
Cinderella stood and walked to the edge of the roof. “You have a mother who invites you to tea. I have a father who hasn't spoken to me in years."
The prince joined her by the edge. “I'm forced to go to tea. It's different from an invitation. You would understand if you didn't have control–"
"Sssh."
Cinderella saw something familiar fluttering in the air. A small golden light danced across her field of vision. It was some kind of bird... an incredible, glittering bird. And the amazing creature brought back something from Cinderella's memories. She couldn't grasp exactly where she'd seen the shining animal before, but the golden shimmer was as clear in her mind as if she'd seen it yesterday.
"Did you see that?"
The prince blinked. “I saw something for a second, but I thought it was just a star."
Cinderella followed the bright golden bird as it fluttered down past the rooftops and perched in front of a house she recognized. It only waited for a second before it flew off out of sight.
"We're near the captain's house."
The prince glanced around. “Wow. Didn't
T he thief and the Prince patrolled along rooftop after rooftop, looking for anything out of the ordinary in the sleeping village. Cinderella attempted to adjust her typical routine to include a sidekick, but said royal sidekick seemed to want nothing more than to start a conversation.
The prince remained slightly out of breath the entire time. “So, the Godmother told me your name. Would you rather go by Cindy? Ella? Inder?"
Every time the prince attempted to speak, Cinderella sprinted away from him and leapt to the next rooftop. The prince followed, never getting quite as much distance as she did in her leaps.
"I just don't wanna keep saying 'hey' and 'you' instead of addressing you by your preferred name."
Another run and another leap away from conversation.
The prince was relentless. “You know what, I hear that we have something in common."
Cinderella could feel her blood starting to boil. “If you say a dead parent, I'm going to twist more than your knee."
The prince's mouth gaped open in fake surprise. “She speaks! I guess you only do that when someone touches a nerve, Cindy?"
"Elle. Call me Elle. Let's just leave it at that."
Tonight's patrol had even less intrigue than usual. Often, Cinderella would find a knifing to stop or a trio of drunkards stripping off their clothes in a very public place. She wondered if the talkative prince was scaring off both the weirdos and the genuine leads.
She sat down and wrapped her arms around her knees. “We can take a break."
Braedon sighed with relief. “Thank the gods.” He let himself slump down to a lying position. “I don't know how you do this every night. I could really use a drink."
Cinderella shook her head. “Sadly, Your Highness, they don't have kegs that run a line up to the rooftops in your noble village."
The prince lazily rolled over to her side. “It is sad. Speaking of sad, how did your mother die?"
Do not throw him off the rooftop. Do not throw him off the rooftop.
She shot him a death-glance. “Is this legitimate third date conversation?"
He smiled. “So, you're finally admitting that we've been going on dates?"
She looked away from him. “I don't want to talk about it."
The prince nodded. “Understood. My father died in a grizzly hunting accident. I never even got to see him before he passed away."
"I think I heard about that. You know, because your father was the king of this freaking country."
The prince sat up. “All I'm saying is that we have something in common."
Cinderella leaned away from him. She knew the Godmother would say that talking things out was always more helpful than keeping them in. But she spent all day doing things she was supposed to do, and frankly, she was a little tired of it.
"I can think of one small difference."
"What's that?"
Cinderella stood and walked to the edge of the roof. “You have a mother who invites you to tea. I have a father who hasn't spoken to me in years."
The prince joined her by the edge. “I'm forced to go to tea. It's different from an invitation. You would understand if you didn't have control–"
"Sssh."
Cinderella saw something familiar fluttering in the air. A small golden light danced across her field of vision. It was some kind of bird... an incredible, glittering bird. And the amazing creature brought back something from Cinderella's memories. She couldn't grasp exactly where she'd seen the shining animal before, but the golden shimmer was as clear in her mind as if she'd seen it yesterday.
"Did you see that?"
The prince blinked. “I saw something for a second, but I thought it was just a star."
Cinderella followed the bright golden bird as it fluttered down past the rooftops and perched in front of a house she recognized. It only waited for a second before it flew off out of sight.
"We're near the captain's house."
The prince glanced around. “Wow. Didn't
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