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— Daisies in a Market [1/10]

coauthor/beta: @aurantia-ignis​

Summary:

Moon lives in a big house with big curtains, big rugs, and big expectations. Her sister and Mother sleep in elegant blankets made of the finest of silk, whereas she’s always had to resort to a tough wheat mattress, a room atop a tower, and loneliness.

One day, an envelope for a dance gala reaches the Berlitz household.

And then there’s a handsome prince and his ever so mysterious (and irritating) bodyguard.

Wordcount: 5,077

A/N:   welcome to this Cinderella!AU that’s not 100% a Cinderella!AU and has lots of Rapunzel but it’s a Cinderella!AU + Rapunzel lovechild so take it like you will JKDSLKA we sell love triangles, drama, a bit of angry angry Gladion with some conspiracies and some evil shenanigans afoot, do enjoy the prologue as we get cozy for the lona incoming

also!!! This story contains instances of emotional abuse and other kinds of ‘mental abuse’ so please tread with caution!! If this is a sensitive topic for you do consider skipping, thank you!

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Once upon a time, a girl lived in a big, big manor in a beautiful, beautiful world.

The manor is elegant, majestic and opulent, tucked away in a spot of a kingdom with great forests and enchanting places. Forests litter the kingdom, hiding creatures of all kinds and plants of all colors. The townsfolk flood the markets at the feet of the looming castle that towers in the faraway hills, eternally enshrouded in a mist of glory, opulence, and power.

The proud manor is surrounded by groves and hides a beautiful garden of flowers, vegetables, and herbs. If one were to walk alongside the manor, they'd undoubtedly see the tall tower spiking out of the roof, which is always crowned by birds chirping at the sun.

Inside the manor live three women, and despite the wealth surrounding them and the grandeur of the furniture, the curtains and the rugs, one of the girls is never dressed for the occasion.

The youngest of the three, named Moon, sleeps in the tall tower with a bed made of hay, and her dress is little more than a rag. She keeps her hair up with a cloth, and her hands and face are stained with residual cinders from the chimney.

Wiping those cinders never works, Moon knows. As she wipes some sweat off her forehead, she knows they'll come back later. She hums to herself as she cleans the first step of the staircase, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes' way.

She's not sure when she started cleaning, but she's exhausted. Her family won't accept a speck of dust upon the spotless marble flooring, that's for sure.

In the wide silence of the home, she hears the familiar tapping of a walking stick, echoing through the walls. Clad in her lavender dress and expensive jewels, her beloved mother stands at the bottom of the stairs, observing Moon's work with a smile. Moon can't imagine a woman more powerful and queenly than the lady Agatha.

"You are certainly doing well, child. Your father would have been proud of you." That's how little it takes to make Moon smile, so she does. Agatha nods and then points at a dusty corner of a step. "Make sure to clean that spot too."

Well, who would leave a spot so big uncleaned, anyway? Moon hides a smile at the thought.

"Yes, Mother!"

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