Hannah Silver {Cinderella} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noglass_slipper) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Part of her wanted to get up and actually look for the prince instead of just talking about it, but she couldn't just leave Vaughn here alone - nor could she make the woman follow her all over the castle. In fact, she probably shouldn't have wandered this far in the first place. The idea of this being an apartment building seemed very absurd, and she wasn't sure why she'd thought it in the first place. Was Vaughn this confused? For that matter, why was she in the castle?
When she felt the woman beside her touch her hair, Hannah turned to face her with a faintly quizzical expression. For some reason the action brought forth a long-ago memory faded by time, of someone - her father? - stroking her hair, and the recollection brought with it a sense of warmth and safety. But her father was dead now... no, he was still alive; he just didn't pay attention to her anymore. Her stepmother and stepsisters had him charmed, except she couldn't quite conjure up an image of what said stepsisters looked like.
"The magic..." For a moment she went completely blank, but then it flooded back to her. "Oh, yes. This magic." She gestured down at her dress and shoes. "The King and Queen decided that it was time for the prince to marry, you see, so they decided to hold a series of royal balls to find him a bride. My stepmother wouldn't let me go, but my fairy godmother came to me and turned my rags into this dress, and the mice into horses and footmen-- oh, and a pumpkin into a carriage." Hannah beamed at Vaughn, cheered by the remembrance. "I danced with the prince for nearly the whole night."