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๐ฃhe maiden gazed from the window of the rumbling carriage at the glowing lamplights and the
rustling grass fanning the edges of the road to the crystalline palace of the swans. The night air
kissed her cheek and she flushed, mesmerized by the taste of freedom, the alacrity with which
she could move her limbs without the brace of golden chains that had held them for so long.
Her heart leapt into the sky and fell when she recalled the purpose of the grand gala in the foreign
land, which had once been her vassal. Once, her arrival would have been afforded the utmost
respect, and the bowed necks of the citizens and soldiers the carriage passed would have honored
her in their genuflection. Now she was a jealously guarded treasure being displayed for the pleasure
of the new ruler.
๐ฃhe soaring crystal spires of the royal palace in Velearia seemed to judge coldly her as she
rode beneath their frosted edifice. The swans had been among her closest allies, wholly subordinate
to her, but now her queenly crown had been replaced with the tiara of a princess. The grand ball to
which she was being transported would be little more than a loyalty test put forth by the Emperor,
her dour father. Anyone caught whispering words of support for the disgraced queen, the goddess
made mortal, would be met with execution. Yet, despite all this, the lady's maids had dressed Aurelia
in rustling layers of silk crinolines and a gown of silver and periwinkle thread as befit her station as
the Emperor's only daughter. They affixed bows and ornaments into her hair, brooches of cabochon
opals the color of a clear lake, and ribbons like the delicate fondant decorations on a celebratory cake.
๐ทast were the glass slippers, blown that very morning, which glistened and glittered with coruscating
light as though they were themselves a shard of the glass palace that soared now above her head as
she slowly, reluctantly disembarked the handsome carriage. She dipped her head and took a quivering
breath, then raised her roseate eyes and saw the imposing figure of her father standing there with his
clawed hand outstretched.
"๐๐ป๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐น๐ฑ. ๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐."
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parfaitbunny
Category All / Fantasy
Species Wolf
Size 748 x 1280px
File Size 319.4 kB
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Thank you! I really love Cinderella themed stuff, and
parfaitbunny is the best at stuff like this!

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