I had run around all night. Soon I made it back to a spot I had been before, and just stopped. Exhaustion kicking in, I began to let my eyes glaze over. Just as I was beginning to fade out I heard someone calling my name. I quickly came to and spun around, hoping to see Cinderella, but alas it was just Sebastian.
"Oh...it's you."
"Well I might not be nearly as beautiful, but there is no cause to be uncivil."
"I'm sorry, I just..."
"I understand. But your parents request that you do return home for the moment. You do need to eat at some point if you wish to continue."
Soon I sat down to breakfast with my father as he tried to give me some "wisdom".
"If you don't find her soon, you still have your pick of young ladies. Might I say this kingdom has a vast number of beauties."
"Yes I do remember your interactions with many of these "beauties" last night..."
To this my father had not a reply. Naturally.
*Last Night*
Immediately when Cinderella got home Bernadette tore into her. She demanded to know how she could disobey her, and exactly who she had stolen from to get that dress. When Cinderella only met her with silence, she went into a rage and slapped her across the face. Locking Cinderella in her room, she swore that she would never see Henri again.
As hurtful as that encounter had been, it was nothing compared to the sinking regret Cinderella felt for running away from Henri. She realized too late how dearly she loved him, and would now never get another chance to make it right.
*Present*
Unable to rest I decided to go home to home in order to find her. Surely I could not just let it end this way, and after many homes I finally found the Tremaine residence. I don't know why I did not think of it before! With my thoughts clouded with only Cinderella, I did not even think that I could just ask around for her relatives. Lady Tremaine let me in, and I immediately asked to see Cinderella, but she swore that she did not live there. Not content with this I asked if I may search the house, to which she curtly gave her approval.
I went through every room until I came upon a locked door, but when I asked Lady Tremaine to open it she began to suggest that I marry one of her girls, Calliope or Minerva. Not even wanting to remember what had occurred with Minerva, I waved her off, and demanded she opened the door, to which she finally obliged. Insufferable woman!
At long last I laid eyes upon my beloved, but she would not meet my eye. Gathering my courage I rushed over, and scooped her into my arms, begging her to change her mind about us, or at least give me a reason why we should not be together. But it appears all her objections were forgotten as she kissed me. I had never been so happy to receive a response in all my life.
We soon married, with the Tremaine family of course not invited...
I could finally call Cinderella my wife, and I have never been happier. Perhaps there was something to my mother's madness.