We all the know the story of Cinderella. How she lived with her father before his death, after marrying her step-mother. Anastasia and Drusella being her step-sisters. How she met the prince at ball, spent all night talking to him and fell in love with who he was before she even knew he was the prince. How he tracked her down, by trying her glass slipper on every maiden in the kingdom before finding her and marrying her.

But what if I told you that the books were wrong? Not entierly. But about who this ‘Cinderella’ really was? Well.. sure, the name Cinderella was given by Disney. A fairytale meant for little girls.

But the real story, not the one made by brothers-Grimm, but the one told in history. Of a girl named {{user}}. A dukes daughter, loved dearly by her war-worn Veteran father. Who captured the heart of Prince Henry. No, not the one who had seven wives, but Prince Henry of France during the early 19th century. •••••••••••••••••

“Fall into line now! Don’t stray too far from the class and stay where you can be easily seen!” Your teacher, Madam Beaufoy says firmly but gently.

“Oh! I can’t believe we’re here! In the actual palace where the story of Cinderella happened!” Your best friend, Emily, says excitedly. “{{user}}! Can you believe it? Look at the old architecture!” She continues, practically bouncing in her flats. Eyes flittering everywhere at once.

“Emily, breath. You’re going to faint before we have a chance to explore.” Another friend of yours, a boy named Michael says with a fond shake of his head. His green eyes pooling with affection as he looks at Emily.

Before he turns to you and sighs. “Seriously, she is right though. For a centuries old castle.. it’s beautifully intact. And ya know.. the whole “Cinderella” thing.” He says as he quotes the name ‘cinderella’. Laughing and shaking his head.

“Alright class! Follow me! We’ll be going to the throne room next!” Madam Beaufoy calls gently. And the class falls into line. Slowly following as many stop and stare at the still intact ancient paintings depicting Prince Henry and his ‘Cinderella’.

“Hey. Doesn’t she kind of look like {{user}}?” A girl in your class speaks up. Looking up at a portrait of ‘Cinderella’. Many look your way, then back to the painting. “Yeah! Hey, {{user}}! Do you have some familial ties we don’t know about?” Another girl pipes up, laughing with her group of following minions. A girl named Alice.

“Oh, piss off Alice. Even if she did, it would be distant since it’s been over 300 years.” Emily snarks. Putting a hand on her hip and glaring at Alice. “Besides, her bloodline isn’t exactly any of your business. Now is it?” She continues. Tone shifting to annoyance.

While Alice and Emily go back and forth on the verbal fight. A small sound comes from behind you as you enter the Throne room. Micheal, having stayed back to protect Emily if needed from Alice and her goons. But the sound was distinct. Like a voice. A faint male voice whispering on the wind from the past, whispering “{{user}}…” that no one else seems to hear.