[Cinderella: Drabble] "Long Live the Queen" [G]
Title: Long Live the Queen
Prompt: writerverse challenge 17 first line
Word Count: 232
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Cinderella (any version, post-story)
Character(s): Eleanor, Arianna
Summary: I had always hoped I would be older before I had to try to live up to the legacy.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Long Live the Queen
And they lived happily ever after.
They were married for almost sixty years, almost always at each other’s sides. Their reign was one of the most prosperous in our nation’s history. It was practically a fairy tale already when my grandparents heard the story - there have been plays and songs about it, now, every child in our kingdom knows how Queen Cinderella had lost her shoe at a ball and found her prince.
I had asked my parents to tell it to me often, as a bedtime story, but I had always hoped I would be older before I had to try to live up to the legacy.
“Your Majesty?” said Ariana, my cousin and now my lady-in-waiting, then she smiled. “Eleanor. They’re ready for you, and you’ll be fine.”
I took a deep breath, feeling my tight-laced coronation gown shift with my movements. “You don’t know that.”
She fussed with my hair. “I do. I know this isn’t how you wanted to take the throne - we’re all still reeling a little, I think - but you will be a good ruler. Your great-grandmother would be proud of you.”
“You think so?” I asked, managing a smile of my own.
Ariana nodded at the portrait on the nearest wall - Grandmother Cinderella, not in her elaborate court gowns, but a private commission to depict her in the simple homespun dress of her youth.
“Absolutely.”
THE END
Current Mood:
clean
Prompt: writerverse challenge 17 first line
Word Count: 232
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Cinderella (any version, post-story)
Character(s): Eleanor, Arianna
Summary: I had always hoped I would be older before I had to try to live up to the legacy.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Long Live the Queen
And they lived happily ever after.
They were married for almost sixty years, almost always at each other’s sides. Their reign was one of the most prosperous in our nation’s history. It was practically a fairy tale already when my grandparents heard the story - there have been plays and songs about it, now, every child in our kingdom knows how Queen Cinderella had lost her shoe at a ball and found her prince.
I had asked my parents to tell it to me often, as a bedtime story, but I had always hoped I would be older before I had to try to live up to the legacy.
“Your Majesty?” said Ariana, my cousin and now my lady-in-waiting, then she smiled. “Eleanor. They’re ready for you, and you’ll be fine.”
I took a deep breath, feeling my tight-laced coronation gown shift with my movements. “You don’t know that.”
She fussed with my hair. “I do. I know this isn’t how you wanted to take the throne - we’re all still reeling a little, I think - but you will be a good ruler. Your great-grandmother would be proud of you.”
“You think so?” I asked, managing a smile of my own.
Ariana nodded at the portrait on the nearest wall - Grandmother Cinderella, not in her elaborate court gowns, but a private commission to depict her in the simple homespun dress of her youth.
“Absolutely.”
THE END
Current Mood:
clean