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Who: Cynthia Bonaparte (Cameo of Prince Charming and Luca Koenig)
What: One-shot, Cynthia dreams of being Cinderella
When: Dec. 5, 5 a.m. (ish)
Where: Her apartment
Status: Complete


Cynthia woke up to the sound of the maids outside her door. They knew better than to come into the room until she and Luca woke up and left in the morning. Why? The prince and she liked to sleep in and enjoy time in private with each other. The moment they left the doors, they had too many people around and people near them and he was too busy with running his kingdom with his father. She was stuck doing what a princess was meant to- ensure the people were happy and making friendly and domestic house calls to different farms. It was so different from the life she had been living only months before. She did not really mind, but it was awkward when people who knew her now referred to her as “Princess” instead of just Cin.

No, they didn’t. The woman shook her head, almost confused at that thought. She was no princess, she was a teacher. Apparently she should have listened to him when he said no more wine. She ran her hands through her hair before sitting up in bed and looking around the canopy bed. The expensive and beautiful tapestry that was meant to block them from the world was so nice to look at, even in the dim lighting the room offered without the fire going and the curtains drawn. She had to get used to it. Her life in the attic room was miles, quite literally, away from this. Her site was no longer focused on the brick walls that encased her as a slave in her own home. The walls no longer echoed with shouts for her attention to do the work that an entire house was tasked out for here. Her only friends were no longer mice she named and loved affectionately, though her darling prince did allow her to take them with her.

What was she talking about? Cyn blinked again, reminding herself that she did not have servants. She never lived in a tall home and there was never a need to only talk to mice and woodland creatures. She had friends all her life, even if her stepmother was cruel, just like her sisters. Of course, they were still trying to get her to take pity on their situation. Luca, after all was rich beyond comprehension. They were suddenly so in love with how amazing their little Cin was. No more was she a shameful thing hidden away when company came over. They wanted to use her as they always did. Luca saw right through them. Her Prince Charming was no fool and he most definitely remembered all too well how she was hidden away when he went to look for her with nothing more than a shoe and a memory of her beauty. That thought made her blush. She never thought she was pretty, but her Charming was so determined to make sure she knew how much he adored her. How much he loved to look at her.

Cin looked to the side and over her beloved husband as he slept on. He was such a rebel in the bedroom- he hated being forced to dress appropriately. If anyone knew their prince refused to wear his full dressing shirt and knickers, they may have been appalled. She thought it was quite dear of him to have little quirks. He often walked around with nothing more than his knickers loosely tied about his knees and his hair messed until they left the room. He also liked to… convince her to stop with her own dressing robes and night gown when they were alone. The thought of being so exposed had embarrassed her at first. They should not enjoy such activities the way they did. It was improper to even think about it, but she did. Sometimes vani he would simply give her that glance from across the room. Blushing, Cinderella left the bed and pulled her robes headed to the window. The dark curtains were still closed and the fire was slightly chocked from burning all night. The walls were beautiful- all perfectly white with intricate carvings still made her feel so awkward. It was such a different life for her. She needed to get used to it because he was worth it all.

She walked over to the vanity and sat down. Ever since she did not have to work and worry about her hair in the way, Cinderella had let it grow out more than it was before. Her Charming seemed to like it a lot. She brushed it slowly and thought of her day that was ahead. She needed to go see the stables to look at the new horses for the carriage before stopping at the bakers they liked to use. Her husband was going to be busy working with a northern kingdom who had a slight problem with some rebels. They were a lot tougher on their people than her new family were for sure. If nothing else, her father-in-law made a point of showing them how not to be by pointing the issue out. Charming just wanted to make sure she was not dragged into anything. She loved her husband for it.

Cynthia stopped immediately. Luca was her husband. This was a dream, right? If it were a dream, why did it feel so real? Like this was everything her life had been. That she was meant to have found her Prince Charming- no, her Luca. That she was meant to marry him… date him. She was not a princess. Cynthia looked into the reflection and saw a face she barely recognized now that she was thinking on it. It was as if someone made her look so old fashion and the mirror was not perfectly reflecting her face. This was wrong. It was just a dream. Cynthia stood up and immediately moved to her window and peaked out the curtains and felt her breath taking away by the view. A part of her expected to find a very basic view. She was not exactly the most creative person and she could not possibly imagine what she saw. First was the long courtyard of magnificent fountains throughout her garden. Beyond that still was the little village that she had been thinking about. From the window she could see the home she thought she had grown up in. The tower she thought was once her home. Her eyes continued to look across the land when she heard someone stirring behind her. Cynthia shut the curtain, still confused as she saw Luca’s head poke out from behind the curtain of the bed with a groggy smile.

“I was looking for you,” he said in a tired voice, “was afraid this was a dream again, would hate to deal with your sisters trying to convince me they were you.” She watched him climb out of bed, adjusting his trousers slightly, but still refusing to grab his shirt. Her eyes looked him over before pulling her robes shut more, feeling suddenly embarrassed. It confused her to immediately feel like it was improper to be looked at even though she was now wearing more clothing than she did on any summer day. But there was a sly look on Luca’s face, the same one she was used to seeing when he walked in on her getting dressed and in nothing but a bra and underwear. It was as if seeing this clothing was sexy to him. He walked forward and immediately ran his hands through the opening of her robes and over her night gown. Cynthia could feel her face heating up and heard herself giggle. It was as if she was no longer in control of what she was saying- like a first person pensive.

“Do you have to go north tomorrow,” Cynthia heard herself ask in a weird accent. “I hate when you leave.”

Luca gave her a sad smile before pressing his lips against her cheek. Once more, Cynthia involuntarily blushed and smile before pulling away. “Of course, we could just stay here until my father throws a tantrum to make up for my leaving you.” He took one of her hands from her robes and kissed the back of it. “Of course, he may be silent in hopes of us giving him the grandchildren he wants.”

Both Cynthia and the woman she was apparently possessing in this dream let their jaws drop despite a smile. Was he really suggesting they stayed in bed and, if nothing else, practice the art of making a family instead of dealing with the kingdom? The smile that was playing on Luca’s lips told her that was exactly what her Prince Charming was proposing. This Luca and her real one were way too much alike. “And what if your father complains,” she asked with a small smirk and pulling her hand away a bit.

“My father be damned,” the prince replied, burying his face in her hair. “I’m sure he won’t come looking for me regardless.” He lips were pressing against her neck and the woman Cynthia was in the dream giggled again. Cynthia was about to just let the dream play out when Luca’s voice, strange accent and all, said, “I think Tank needs to go out.”

Instantly, Cynthia’s eyes opened and she was confused. Where was she? This was not her home! Where were her drapes? The sound of the fire keeping the room warm? Why was she… naked? It took a moment for her to realize that the dream was not real. It took a lot of convincing and the sound of her dog whining at the door, but she finally understood the truth about it. She was home… she was in her apartment. It was in her bedroom with her full size bed she needed to replace. A part of her suddenly felt sad, as though something was lost. She sat up, holding her blanket over her chest and looked around. A tired Luca was already climbing out of the bed in search for his clothes, not bothering to take the blanket with him anymore. She reached across the bed and gave his butt a smack before giving a small sigh. Why did it hurt now to think about it? Her heart felt heavy and apparently she looked ready to cry because as Luca pulled on a pair of shorts (possibly hers considering how many men’s shorts she owned before him), he looked her over with a frown. “Are you okay?”

Cynthia wiped a stray tear away and tried to forget that kingdom she had looked over and nodded. “I’m fine. Weird dream is all,” she told him, trying to sound convinced. She was knew it was nothing more than a dream. It felt real, but she was lucid the whole time. Finally the woman followed him out of bed, grabbing his shirt as she usually did and walked to the door. Luca stopped her with his arms around her waist. She felt a little better, but it didn’t help. She needed to text Chevy about it, but it was hardly dawn. She gave a heavy sigh and let her head drop back a little against his. “It was weird. We were… together but it was like you were a prince or something.” She tried to laugh it off. “Maybe this whole dating the sexiest rich boy in the county is finally getting to my head.” She heard a tried snicker behind her before she patted his hands. “Come on, before Tank pees on the carpet.”

“That’s the number two dance, we should hurry,” Luca agreed before letting go.

“Number two dance? Next thing you know, you’ll be potty training him and starting to act like he’s our baby or something.” The words flew from her mouth before Cynthia could stop them. She did not bother to stand around and wait to see what he said, a bit embarrassed by her comment. Instead, she covered her face with her hair. “Come on, I hate going outside at night.”