chapter 2
In my impression, Cinderella was always mistreated by her stepmother and forced to do chores. Whenever the housework became too overwhelming, she would start singing, and then many birds and small animals would come out to help her.
This was a special ability of Disney princesses. Now that I had become Cinderella, shouldn't I have this ability too?
I cleared my throat.
"Ooooh ooooh ooooh~ Aaaah aaaah~"
No response. Maybe I was doing it wrong. I continued singing.
"Eeee eeee eeee~ Oooo oooo~"
I sang repeatedly for half an hour, until my throat was dry, but I didn't give up. Finally, that mouse crept out from the corner again.
I was delighted and crouched down to look at it.
"Are you here to help me?"
The mouse squeaked, its limbs twitching, and fell to the ground.
Me: "..."
I sat on the ground hugging my knees. Just as I was at a loss, I heard chaotic footsteps from above and Madame Franklin's shrill voice.
"Oh my, Prince Henry, you've come personally! Heavens!"
I looked up through the cracks in the wooden floor. The prince still carried that long sword from last night. He smiled and gestured for his attendant to press Emma onto a chair.
"Beautiful Lady Emma, is this pair of glass slippers yours?"
Emma's face turned red, and she nodded shyly.
The attendant tried to put the shoe on Emma's foot, but her foot was too wide and wouldn't fit no matter how they tried.
Emma became anxious.
"I... I'm a bit swollen today."
"Is that so? But you must wear the shoe to become my princess."
The prince's expression was cold. Hearing this, Emma desperately tried to squeeze her foot into the shoe, her instep turning red from the effort.
The prince laughed coldly and raised his sword.
"Let me help you"
The prince's blade fell, cutting off half of Emma's foot. She screamed and rolled on the ground, clutching her leg.
Everyone was terrified, but the prince acted as if nothing had happened and calmly turned to look at Julia.
"Beautiful lady, is this pair of shoes yours?"
Julia's face was pale, but unable to suppress her desire to become a princess, she still nodded.
This time, the prince cut off her heel.
Blood sprayed everywhere, dripping through the cracks in the wooden floor. I was terrified, looking around frantically but finding nowhere to hide.
Madame Franklin screamed and went to embrace her two daughters. The prince put his sword to her throat.
"Are there any other daughters in your house?"
Madame Franklin's lips trembled.
"No, no more..."
Despite their severe injuries, both sisters gritted their teeth and insisted there was no one else in the house. The resolve of the mother and daughters to prevent me from becoming princess was unexpectedly strong.
Thank you all.
"What about young maids? None of those either?"
Madame Franklin continued shaking her head. The prince laughed and sat down in a chair, using a clean white cloth to wipe his long sword.
"Well, isn't that interesting!"
The prince waved his hand, and his attendants scattered to search the house. Soon, Lord Roderick ran to the prince's side.
"Your Highness, the attic door is locked."
The prince looked at Madame Franklin.
"This is your last chance to live. Open the door."
The prince's eyes were sharp, his tense jawline showing that his patience had reached its limit. Seeing Madame Franklin standing still, Lord Roderick drew his sword.
"Kill her. You all, go break down the door."
Only then did Madame Franklin react, screaming and crawling towards the attic door.
"I'll open it, I'll open it, don't kill me"
The sound of keys and chains clashing rang out, and the attic door was forcefully pulled open. A beam of light shone diagonally into the attic.
In the dusty beam of light, the prince stood before me with a wicked smile.
"Ha, found you."