fightingcinderella
Cinderella
Warrior Princess
One and twenty years
Princess of Rethar
Wife of Christopher Anderson, Crown Prince of Traynia
"Because I was
Blood and bones and guts
And everything they hated
I was real
I did not hide myself behind pretty lies
I stood in all my raw, ugly truth
And they hated it."
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“Sounds fun.” He winked at her, knowing she’d probably accuse him of being disgusting or something like that. But it would also make her smile, because he could see the one that was threatening, just at the corner of her mouth. “That sounds like a terrible idea. Who would you cuddle while you sleep then?”
He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “You need to get used to it. Because I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you’re happy.” That was a big part of his life plan, making sure that she was happy and content, no matter where they were. “Nothing’s going to go wrong.”
“I wasn’t talking about the fun kind.” She replied, barely even trying to fight the smile anymore. She should have expected him to say something like that. Not that she particularly minded the idea, it just wasn’t what she was trying to say at the moment. “I could crash in Angel’s bed. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
She blinked back more tears, feeling the lump in her throat grow and hating how she couldn’t seem to stop it. “I don’t deserve you.” She said quietly, slipping her arms around him and holding on. He treated her so much better than anything she had ever done for him deserved. “Everything always goes wrong.”
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“I don’t know. A caring, devoted wife, who always does what I say…” He trailed off, picturing it, only distracted a for a moment by the face she made. If it weren’t for the fact that he knew he’d get punched, he’d call it cute. “You’re right, I would get bored.” He finally admitted, then smiled as he kissed her back. “And thank you for being a brat.”
He watched her eat and frowned again when she set the food aside, unsure what was wrong. She usually would at least tell him, and he grabbed her hand, tugging her closer. “You know you can tell me whatever’s wrong, right? I’m not going to be upset, whatever it is.” She’d been afraid before to tell him something, maybe that was the problem now.
“If you try to tell me what to do, I’ll bite you.” She replied quickly, stifling any smile that threatened at the idea. She knew he would believe her, too. She wasn’t sure if she would actually do it or not, it would probably depend on her mood and where they were. “Then we would be a boring couple and I would have to murder you and bury your body under the house.”
Ella nodded. She didn’t know what to tell him, because nothing was actually wrong. It was just so many different things that had her feeling limp and wound up all at the same time. She shrugged half-heartedly. “I don’t know. Does it ever feel like something else should go wrong soon?” She asked, leaning against him. “It feels like everything is too perfect. I’m not supposed to be happy.”
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“Mhm, noted about what that can be,” they smiled and then wrinkled their nose up. “Fighting with my mate and Lock’s an idiot that I don’t want to be around. So I’m sleeping in the trees with Tarzan for a little bit. And please, Ella, there’s nothing typical about you. You’re like, as atypical as they come. That’s a word right?”
“I assumed you would be intelligent to figure it out.” Ella gave a flat look. “Well, you can sleep on our couch. And if you refuse, then you don’t get to complain about your neck, because it’s your own fault.” Her arms crossed as she looked at Terk, giving a look that dared them to contest her. “I still have my own normal. And that’s normal for me.”
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“You’re just as obnoxious, brat.” He accused with a roll of his eyes. If she ever started being nice to him, he’d probably have to run away screaming. She wasn’t a nice person, and it was one of the things he loved about her, oddly enough. He always knew what she was thinking, once he figured out how her mind actually worked.
He watched her eat a few moments, then sighed when she started hiccuping again, knowing that meant she was about to cry, and reached out to steal a piece of bacon. “No more crying, Ella. We’ve got things to do, and you don’t want to go out while you’re crying.”
“I never denied that.You would get bored if I wasn’t.” Her nose scrunched up at the thought of them actually being nice to each other all the time. They would get so impossibly bored with each other, fall into a rut and end up hating each other in the end. She smiled, leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you for being obnoxious.”
She tried to shove another bite into her mouth to stop herself from crying, but that only seemed to make things worse. It was a task to force the food down, andwhen she did, she set the plate to the side and leaned forward. “I think I’ll go shower.” She eaked out past the lump in her throat.
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“So you love it and want me to always use it?” He asked teasingly. He found her frustration with him to be highly amusing, if only because it generally seemed to be because she liked how he looked. It was hilarious, and more than a little flattering. But at least she returned the sentiments he had towards her, because he found her to be breathtakingly beautiful, most likely far too good for him.
He nodded when she finally stopped crying. “Well, hopefully the rest of the day won’t make you cry.” He really hoped so, because he generally didn’t know what to do when she cried. If only because she didn’t do it enough for him to practice what made it better. Other than holding her.
“Gods no, it’s obnoxious. Almost as obnoxious as the rest of you.” Maybe it seemed more reasonable that once they settled into something like a relationship, she was supposed to be nicer to him. Compliment him and say nice things about him, and not be contrary all the time. That didn’t really work for her. She did love him, as much as she hated to use that word, but that didn’t mean she had to say it.
Ella just nodded in response, sstill trying to catch her breath. She started to shove in bites of food, trying to use it to forget about her tears and focus on the rest of the day. The rest of the day that Kit had apparently planned out for her. That thought had her eyes stinging again, and as much as she tried to stop it, she was starting to hiccup again.
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“You like it.” He grinned, knowing it annoyed her, but it was better than any other nickname, so he wasn’t changing it. Besides, he thought it was funny. Especially when she tried to retaliate and he didn’t care enough to get angry. Honestly, she could cal her whatever she wanted, and actually tended to.
He had no idea why she was crying, and he didn’t like it. She never cried, and his arm squeezed her a little closer. “You sure? Because you don’t normally cry like this. Especially not over breakfast. I don’t normally bring you breakfast, because you get up ridiculously early, but I don’t think you’d cry over it?”
“I hate it like I hate your face.” She said sourly, glaring up at him. Well that was inaccurate, because his face was annoyingly perfect and most of the time she just wanted to trace it under her fingertips. She thought about trying it for the moment, but he seemed to have plans for the day, and that would definitely sidetrack them.
She swallowed the next breath, refusing to let any more tears fall. She didn’t want to ruin Kit’s plans for the day, and she needed to figure out a way to tell him. Ella forced a watery smile and moved away to look up at him. “I’m okay, really. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I started crying.” She wiped at her cheeks, drying them off and reaching for her breakfast.
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“Of course I did. You’re my wifey.” He teased, putting an arm around her and squeezing her tightly for a moment. He remembered most of the things she told him, although it did happen occasionally when he just forgot. Sadly, as much as he tried, he wasn’t perfect.
He frowned when she started crying, not sure why she was. “Um, it’s just scrambled eggs. Is there a reason you’re crying?” He asked, confused. She normally wasn’t this emotional, and if she did cry, there was a good reason. Not because he brought her breakfast in bed.
“Shut up and don’t call me that.” She nudged his side, annoyed, but not as much as it once annoyed her. Wifey sounded girly and silly, but for some reason, Kit seemed to be stuck on it. And calling him Hubby was not effective in the least.
She gave a few short hiccups, trying to stop herself and only making it worse. Her head shook against him. “No. I’m fine.” The protest sounded weak, even to her ears. She didn’t know why she was crying, she never cried at little things. well she knew why she was. But she had hoped it wouldn’t upset her emotional balance so much.
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“Huh? So there’s not someone snoring, then. Wait….”
“You’re talking about me, aren’t you?”
“You’re a bright one, aren’t you?”
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“When isn’t he mad about you being grumpy? He makes you grumpy,” Terk offered a slight smile and shrugged. “It’s fine, I don’t care. I can put up with you being a snarky one. Just trying to visit the people I know while I have some free time - my neck was starting to hurt from sleeping in the trees. I’ll leave though if you want.”
“I can think of a few times. Generally it’s because he’s distracted by...other things.” Ella shrugged. She figured that got the point across enough. “Good, because it’s pretty typical for me. Why are you sleeping in trees?”
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He grinned down at her, lifting up a bit so she could breathe better, then leaned down and kissed her. “Fine. Since it’s your birthday, and I have other plans, I’ll let you up.” He conceded, rolling off her and leaning over the edge of the bed to get her breakfast tray. “Happy birthday, Ella.”
His plans for her birthday had taken some time to work out, namely just the logistics and how to afford it. But he’d done it, and he was actually excited. She took care of him a lot, more than she would ever admit, and he wanted to do the same for her. He liked spoiling her.
She gasped dramatically when he pushed off enough that she could breathe. She would have been happy to keep on in the way they were going, but he pulled away entirely, and she followed him to a sitting position. “You remembered my birthday.” She said, leaning against him and smiling a little.
Ella sniffed a little, at the thought of it all. She had never expected to find anyone to stick by her, much less someone who would remember her birthday. Remember it and get up early for her. She slipped her arm through his and rested her face against his arm, sniffing again and trying to stifle tears.
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“That’s fair enough.”
“I thought so.”
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He laughed when she shrieked at him, finding it hilarious. “I’m not fat, take it back.” He teased her, poking her side as he refused to move. “I made you a delicious breakfast too, but if you’re going to not wake up and call me fat, I may just eat it myself.” He threatened emptily.
He figured she hadn’t remembered her birthday, or if she did, she didn’t think it mattered. She rarely put a sense of worth on herself, which he understood. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying at times. It would be nice if she actually felt she was worth something.
She squirmed more, trying wiggle out from under him. She only managed to turn herself so she was facing up and could at least breathe properly. “I will not take it back!” His poking made her arch away from him, and she stuck her tongue out at him. “In that case, you would be a butthead.”
She couldn’t remember the last time someone had actually done something nice for her birthday. There had been a ball once, but that was not something she ever wanted. After that once terrible scenario, nothing was ever done for her birthday, and it felt strange to have it noticed.
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“I know. I have great reasons to be an unbearable ass.”
“In that case, being married to you is my reason for being grumpy.”
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