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Covered in Ashes

Have you ever heard the story of the glass slipper? It was about a young woman who fit an unusual shoe. Well, there is another version that this is the first time anyone has heard of, and his name was Elliott Beaufort.

Meet Elliott, a child born at the stroke of midnight, a time when the stars align. His birth was as unique as he was. As he grew, it became clear that he was not just any boy but one with a heart that outgrew his age. He was raised by his loving parents, Amelia and Edgar Beaufort, who cherished their son and strived to give him the best childhood possible despite their busy schedules.

His lovely mother, Amelia, especially adored being with her son even though she was working.

"Elliott," his mother's voice was soft yet firm. "You'll have time to play with your friends once we're at the palace. The Queen and I have a lot on our plate today, and we hope you'll be on your best behavior." The anticipation of the palace visit was palpable in the air.

"I won't," Elliot smiled. "I'm just excited to be at the palace. Visiting my friends, and playing with them."

"I see," Amelia giggled. "But please, don't let me stop you."

Elliott smiled and held his mother's hand as they continued to speak to each other. Of course, they would occasionally greet the people who greeted them first. It was a long walk to the palace, but they adored the moments when they talked and enjoyed the fresh air rather than being in a stuffy carriage.

As they approached the golden gates, Elliott saw a young boy wave excitedly at him and rush towards the gate.

"Elliott!" he cheered happily. "Open the gates!"

"Chandler!" huffed the Queen. She laughed, picked up her son, and backed away as the gate opened, allowing Amelia and Elliott in.

"Sorry about that," Queen Samatha laughed. "Chandler always gets so excited when he hears that Elliott is visiting. I tried to stop him this time, but this mischievous boy always sneaks past me and the guards."

"I can't help it!" Chandler huffed. "I wanna see Elliott."

"I know," Amelia grinned and patted his head. "But please listen to your mother, my dear. She was just worried."

"Okay. Mrs. Beaufort," Chandler grinned, wiggled out of his mother's arms, and rushed towards Elliott, grabbing his hand. "Come on! Everyone is waiting for us!"

Before Elliott could speak, Chandler pulled him away, leaving the women to themselves to laugh.

"What am I going to do about that boy," laughed Samatha. "If his father was still here, I bet he would encourage Chandler. I mean, I wouldn't be upset."

Amelia smiled. "He's young, Samamtha. Let me be a roughhouser for a while."

As they walked towards the foyer, Amelia stopped to take a cough.

"Oh, are you alright?" Samatha asked, going towards Amelia.

"Just a cold," Amelia answered. "It's alright, but I hope that doesn't stop me from working today. I do plan on making some beautiful dresses for you."

"I know, but please rest if you feel overwhelmed. I might get my medic to get some medicine for you for now," Samantha planned. "I don't want my seamstress to get tired because of me."

"Not at all, my dear friend." Amelia grinned. "I hope I can see Edgar as well."

"Oh, trust me, you will."

As they continued the day, the kids were in the royal garden, a lush green oasis in the heart of the palace, deciding on a game. The garden was adorned with vibrant flowers and the sound of a nearby fountain added to the serene atmosphere.

"I am the king," announced Chandler, "and you are the thieves. I will chase you down and return my diamonds." Chandler grinned as he presented the wooden sword to Elliott and their other friends, Yuki and Angel. Their innocent playfulness filled the royal garden with a sense of nostalgia.

Yuki and Angel, like Elliott, are children of the royal staff. Kim was the daughter of Royal Advisor Kimm, and Angell was the daughter of Chef Tami. Despite their different backgrounds, they were united in their play, forming a strong bond of camaraderie.

"What happens if we actually win?" Angel gasped, her eyes shining with opportunity.

"Uh.." Chandler stammered, but he looked down. "I'll just count down."

As the game began, the children scattered in all directions. Elliott, being the last to run, accidentally collided with a young girl, an unexpected turn of events that would change the day.

"Oh," he gasped, clutching Mr. Carrot in his arms. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

But when the girl turned to look at him, he could only see the anger in her young blue eyes, and the girl behind her was also glaring at him in disgust. It made him silent, scared at their glances.

"How dare you," the blond girl hissed. "How dare you colide with such a high noble lady like me!"

"I….I," Elliott gulped, trying to find his words, still holding onto his plush rabbit.

"Shut up!" The blonde screamed again. "I hope that you didn't ruin my dress, you lowlife!"

Elliott couldn't speak, but he knew she was overreacting. Her dress was still a pristine green, with no sense of mud or dirt. But again, he was scared to say anything and could only back away.

"Where are you going," the brunette snarled. "Aren't you going to help us?"

"I didn't…I didn't…" Elliott stammered, tears forming in his eyes.

"Elliott?" called out Chandler as he walked forward. "I heard something…"

Chandler raised an eyebrow as he noticed Elliott's scared state and looked at the girls, his eyes darkening.

"What's going on?"

"That lowlife ran into my sister," the brunette huffed. "He almost ruined her dress."

"But I don't see a mess," Chandler frowned. "Why are you mean to him? He's not a meanie like you two."

"But-"

"Stop." Chandler snapped. "As the Prince, I am going to ask you to leave him alone and if I do see you two again, I will tell my mother. Because I am the king, and I will protect those I care about."

The girls huffed and looked at each other before leaving the area, leaving Elliott and Chandler by themselves.

Elliott sniffled and wiped his tears.

"Hey," Chandler whispered.

Elliott, still shaken, started to cry again. He tried calming down, but he felt Chandler's arms around him and patting his head. Elliott hid his head in his shoulder, trying to stop crying, but it was difficult. He hated crying so much, and it wasn't the first time he had been bullied for being weak and a crybaby, but he didn't know how to stop.

"Elliott, Chandler," called out Yuki. "Huh..?"

"What happened!?" Angel gasped. "Bullies? Ugh! I swear if they keep hurting you, I don't know how much I can keep my hands down!"

"Angel, let's not start a fight," Yuki lectured. "But she's right. You need to tell us these things, Elliott."

Elliott nodded and smiled. "Thank you."

The staff met at a conference room as the kids thought of a new game. They were trying to plan the kingdom's next steps, but Queen Samantha couldn't help but relax.

"Ugh, royal duties are such a bore," she laughed. "It's nice to relax and calm your nerves every once and a while, hmm?"

"I understand," Advisor Kimm chuckled. "But I do want you to focus on the plans for the future for our kingdom."

"Oh, the first thing. It is best to continue to trade, emerge with our neighboring kingdoms, and strengthen our bonds. It may work to our advantage if something happens. And of course, Egdar,"

"I will be helping you with these trades as I always do," Edgar grinned. "It's an honor that you trust me with this your highness."

"Oh, with your charms, you made things ever so easy with those other kingdoms." Samantha smiled. "And I thank you for it."

"Compliment me all you want, but you should give all those to my darling wife," Edgar grinned, looking towards Amelia.

"Charmer is right," Amelia blushed. "You have flattered me when you returned."

"And I do not regret it."

"And thank you the beautiful dress," Samantha grinned. "You always know what I want, even though my art is not really good."

"No problem," Amelia grinned. "I could always tell what you want me to wear."

As they continued to talk among each other, they heard the children scream beyond the doors.

"Chandler! Give it back!" screamed Angel. "I found it first!"

The crashes outside made them jump, now concerned about what their children had been up to.

"Nu uh!" Chandler laughed. "It's mine!"

The room was silent until Edgar coughed and stood up. "So, how about we collect our children and call it a day?"

"Yeah," Chef Tami said in his deep voice before opening the door. He then grabbed Angel and lifted her in his arms.

"Papa! Let me go!" Angel pouted.

"Calm down, cremepuff," Tami laughed.

"No way! He stole my gem!"

"Did you?" Samantha asked, walking towards Chandler.

"No way," Chandler pouted. "She dug it up, and I grabbed it. That means it's mine."

"But if she dug it up, that means she found it," Edgar laughed. "You do have to understand that she did found it first."

"..Oh."

"It's alright," Amelia smiled. "I bet all of us have seen something so beautiful that we just want it so badly."

As they returned to the castle entrance, Amelia started to cough again. But they were much more harsher, startling everyone else.

"My love, are you sure that it's a common cold?" Edgar asked his wife carefully. "I am worried that it may be such a common cold, and those cough sounded horrendous."

"I'm fin-" Before she could speak, she had another coughing fit as, soon, blood was dripping from her hands and onto the floor, causing distress to everyone else.

It wasn't long before the royal medic came and helped Edgar take Amelia and Elliott home. While he was there, he helped her get into trouble and began to diagnose her. Edgar and Elliott were playing in the gardens when the doctor arrived.

"Sir Beaufort?" The doctor spoke softly.

"Yes?"Edgar spoke, walking with the doctor away from Elliott.

"I'm afraid that your wife has contracted a hazardous and harmful illness. I am afraid that she will, unfortunately, pass as there is not a cure for this."

"Thank you," Edgar said, his voice cracking. "You did as well as you could, and I couldn't thank you enough."

"Your wife said the same," the doctor said. "She asked me to get you so the two of you could speak."

Edgar nodded and walked toward the bedroom, seeing his wife looking down at the garden where Elliott was playing.

"How could we tell him? Amelia sorrowfully said. "I don't want to. He's so young, and if I do, what will happen?"

"I do not know," Edgar said, walking beside her. "But he is brave, Amelia. He may be young, but our boy is the smartest one there is. He'll understand, even when it hurts."

"I hope you are right," Amelia mumbled.

But she was worried. As night approached, she watched the moon rise and stars appear, but she couldn't smile like she used to, not while worrying about breaking the heartbreaking news to Elliott. Edgar knew Elliott knew and understood when bad things happen, but Amelia couldn't risk it.

But it turns out she didn't need to tell Elliott. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elliptt sadly look at her, unsure how to approach her. He knew the news.

"Petit Papillon, come sit with me," Amelia offered, patting her bed and letting Elliott climb up. The moment was silent before she began to speak again. "As your mother, it pains me that I am the one causing it. I never want to make you sad or cry."

"I know," Elliott wavered. "But I can't help but cry for you, Mother. I want you to be happy and not in bed like this."

"Thank you, my son." Amelia grinned and held Elliott in her arms. "I know sadness can be mixed in with pain, but sometimes, it can be mixed with hapiness at well."

"How?"

"Emotions can be tricky, but everyone has them and needs them. No matter what happens, please cry. Emotions are the strongest assets of life, and without them, no one actually lives. And with emotions, comes kindness and bravery, and of course, sadness."

Amelia kisses her son's forehead.

"You are allow to cry, my dear. Please."

And he did just that, cried in her arms until he fell asleep, cuddling against her chest. Amelia hummed a beautiful melody as she rubbed his back, hoping Elliott had some pleasant dreams.

"I wouldn't be to worried, having such a beautiful son like you. Maybe one day you'll do good things."

As days passed, Elliott wanted to help out more, so he began helping Edgar around the house with the daily chores and other things. They both did so much to ensure Amelia's last moments were as happy as she was. She adored every moment of it and was always ready to be there for her husband and son, singing to them whenever they asked.

It was sad to learn that she passed away in her sleep with the most beautiful smile on her face.

That was six years ago. Elliot was still recovering, but he was much like his old self, even visiting his mother's grave in his spare time. Her advice to smile when he thinks of her work most calmed everyone else, especially Edgar, who was also grieving.

One day, they were at the village, and Edgar saw a woman he thought to be very beautiful but didn't dare to talk to her. He didn't know how to approach her, especially after being widowed for six years, but she one day approached him, much to his surprise.

"Sorry for bothering you sir, but I wanted to return this to you." She spoke softly, handing him his hat. He completely forgot about it.

"Oh, thank you, ma'am," Edgar blushed. "Oh…clumsy me. I never seem to pay attention as I used to."

"No worries; it's the least I can do…but please don't forget your valuable things," she said softly. I understand, and I have heard about your grief. It happens to the best of us, but in my experience, I learned that you have to keep your head up." She spoke with a determined tone.

"How about we take a stroll?" Edgar invited.

"I would love to," the woman hummed.

The two began the stroll, but when they got to a quiet spot, they sat down to take a break.

"Strange that you approached me, my lady," Edgar said. "I thought you might've viewed me as odd, maybe even crazy."

"Well, I did at first," the lady admitted but continued. But then I would eavesdrop on the many stories you told the bar clerk, which made you very interesting."

"I did seem to be intoxicated, much more than I usually was."

"Oh, trust me, I have been there."

"Oh, have you lost someone?" Edgar pondered.

"…A long time ago. Yet I need to pick myself up, because no one else would help me." She explained. "It has been hard for the first few years, but I am quite happy with my daughters now."

She then looks at Edgar. "…But it seems you're having trouble getting yourself back up…right?"

"You noticed?" Edgar sadly chuckled. "Yes. My darling son, he's still struggling and I feel like I'm failing as a father."

"Oh, don't feel bad," the lady reassured. "Don't think that; you're trying you're best. My daughters were still recovering from their father's death as well…in fact, they both lashing out due to anger."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't ever want this to happen to any children around the world..Oh! Forgive me! I haven't asked for your name!"

"No worries," the lady laughed. "It's Elizabeth, Elizabeth Dior. It's a pleasure to speak with you."

From that day on, the two would meet, happy to make small talk. Elizabeth always enjoyed hearing Edgar's stories or any funny stories going overseas. Edgar liked how Elizabeth laughed at the funniest ones. As the two grew close, Edgar thought having his son meet her and her daughters for the first time would be best.

And a few moments before they arrived, Edgar went to talk to Elliott about it.

"Remember that you do not need to impress her," Edgar said. I want you to be yourself like your mother always said."

"I'm not worried," Elliott smiled. "I'm glad that she makes you happy like mother did."

"But just remember, my heart still has that love for her," Edgar whispered, kissing his forehead.

The boy was only eleven, and Edgar couldn't be much more proud of his son for being patient and understanding. Elliott even encouraged him to talk to her more and expressed his desire to meet her.

A knock on the door startled them.

"Oh, shes's here."

He rushed towards the main door, with Elliott following, and opened the door. Elliott finally saw Elizabeth, who slowly walked in with her daughters behind her, their faces displeased.

"Thank you for coming," Edgar grinned.

"Thank you for inviting me," Elizabeth smiles. "And this must be Elliott."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Dior," Elliott said, bowing his head towards her. I want to thank you for making my father happy."

"Aw, such a polite young man," Elizabeth smiled.

She then turned to her daughters. "Girls, please introduce yourselves. I did raise you to be impolite."

"Hello," said the girl in a rose-pink dress. My name is Ruby. It's nice to meet you."

But the girl in the dark forest green dress refuses to speak. She turned her head away and scoffed.

"Emerald, we talked about this." Elizabeth sighs. "Please inroduce yourself."

"I don't want to talk to him, mother." She mumbled

Elizabeth looked upset, so she took a deep breath and looked at Edgar.

"Is it alright if I talk to my daughters in private, please?" she asked. "I want to speak to my daughter about her manners."

Edgar nodded and watched as Elizabeth brought her daughters behind her towards the gardens. Elliott felt nervous, as he knew who those two girls were, and it was clear that one of them remembered them and their unfortunate meeting.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, of course not. She's just needs to get used to you, that's all." Edgar reassured. "Like you, they have lost their father too. Maybe she just isn't used to moving on yet."

"Oh, poor girls."

After another few minutes, the three finally left the room, and Elizabeth pushed her daughter in front of them to see Elliot.

"Go on, say hello." She said, her tone sounding cold.

"…hi." She mumbled. "My name is Emerald."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Elliott smiled.

As they went into the gardens, everyone just went to their own.

"Edgar, what would you like to do now? I do have some fun ideas for the children." Elizabeth said in a happy voice.

As the two discussed with one another, Elliott noticed Emerald sticking her tongue at him. She doesn't like him. However, he didn't ask why. Maybe it was because he wasn't a sister?? Or was it because they didn't want their mom with another man? Elliott just shrugged it off and looked at the garden again.

"How about we go to the gardens? I can show you my favorite flowers."

"Please do show us." Elizabeth grinned.

A year passed, and Edgar and Elizabeth were happily married and living in the mansion with their children. One day, Edgar was sent on another expedition to unite kingdoms; before he left, he asked everyone what they would want when he returned.

"Hmm," Elliott hummer, thinking.

"Beautiful shoes," Ruby answered. "Like something made out of leather?"

"Many jewelry! Or something exotic!" Emerald happily said. "Something that makes everyone look at me."

"Now Emerald, you can only have one thing." Elizabeth sighed.

"Perhaps I do not want anything," Elliott admitted.

"What do you mean, my child?"

"I mean, I already have wonderful things that you've given me I can't possibly think of anything else." Elliott explained.

"Come now, dear. There has to be something you would like," his stepmother said softly.

"Now you're just trying to look better than us…" Emerald mumbled under her breath.

Elliott frowned at the comment but looked back at his father.

"..Um…find one thing that makes you think of me? The very first thing?" Elliott asked. "And, of course, for you to return safely, but I already asked you of that for years now."

"Of course, my dear," Edgar smiles and kisses his forehead. "I promise I'll be back soon with everything you all wished for."

But they were unaware that day would be the last happiest they'd ever experience.

As two days went by, Elizabeth struggled to keep the house clean, especially with her daughters constantly fighting with one another. But she was surprised to see how often Elliott cleaned around the house, humming to himself.

"Don't you guys have a maid?" Elizabeth pondered.

"No, and really, I don't mind doing them. Helps keep my mind clear when my father's away."

How did Elliott manage those chores? She hated getting her hands dirty most of the time, especially when she had to feed the chickens and the farm animals. Then she noticed Elliott walking over, which gave her an idea.

"Oh Elliott, can I ask you a small favor?" She asked in a sweet voice

"I know this might be a lot to ask for, but can you feed the animals today? My back decided to hurt today, and I don't think I could do it," she explained.

"Of course. If you're scared of the chicken, don't worry. They are very sweet, and they normally eat and sleep mostly, too." Elliott smiled. "Watch."

Elliott smiled as he began to feed the chickens, and they surrounded him. Elizabeth even saw him scold some mice for stealing his food, but he gave it to them anyway after his lecture.

"Amazing," Elizabeth whispered.

Well, having Elliott clean until her husband comes would be alright, and things will be expected—just for a while. This helps when she's so busy with jewelry creation. Just for a bit of a time…right?

Only a few months had passed, and Elliott was tending the gardens when his father's carriage arrived. He saw an excellent colleague walking towards the door. He quickly walked over and looked over at him.

"Well, Monsieur," Elliott spoke. "What happened?"

"Oh, it's awful, Petit Papillon," the man spoke softly. "Elliott, your father, bless his heart, contracted a horrible illness while he was away. He fought it as long as he could but unfortunately passed away."

"Oh," Elliott looked down. "That must've been hard for you, Monsieur."

"As it was for you," the man said, giving Elliott a nice hug. But he did ask me to provide a present for you." He gave Elliott a small box.

"Oh? What is this?" Elliott whispered.

Elliott opened the box to reveal a beautiful butterfly necklace just like his mother's, but instead of a golden and purple one, it was a gorgeous silver and blue.

"He said it would remind you of your dearly departed mother," the man spoke sorrowfully. "I'd agree."

"Thank you, Monsieur."

Unaware of Elliott, Elizabeth saw the entire conversation, and her eyes darkened as the necklace was presented. She couldn't help but feel that, but she was done pretending to be nice when everything went wrong for her and someone like Elliott, who was beautiful and kind, and nothing went wrong in his life. Why was he so perfect? Elizabeth hated him for it; all the attention he had gotten should've gone to her sweet daughters. She would do it fast if she had to knock Elliott down a peg.

The first thing she did was move him towards the attic. Although dusty and full of rats, Elliott seemed to be okay.

"Hm, I mean, it just needs some cleaning," Elliott said, grabbing a broom. "And then it'll be as good as my old room. Without my stuff, but it'll be good. Just think of the good things, and nothing as bad could happen to me. Not like losing both of parents."

Elliott sighs and sits down by the window. "Oh, it's going to hopeless, but I have to keep on. For them."

"Elliott!" called out Ruby. "Get my laundry!"

"Coming," Elliott gasped and rushed down the stairs and rushed towards her room.

He was bombarded by a ball of clothes from Ruby, Emerald, and even Elizabeth. He somehow managed to do that all within one hour. Then he had to sweep the front patio and clean the windows, and by the time noon arrived, he was creating lunch and tea for everyone.

While they waited for dinner, Elliott came out with some jasmine tea, ready to serve early.

As he did, he was unaware that Emerald was planning to trip him by sticking her leg under the table. Unfortunately, she succeeded, and he dropped the hot tea kettle. It caused a crash, and tea spilled on the floor.

Elliott wasted no time and started cleaning up his mess.

"What is the meaning of this!" Elizabeth shouted, now getting up.

"Sorry! I tripped!" Elliott gasped and immediately cleaned his mess. "I'll make more."

But it didn't matter, as he was violently slapped across the face.

"How dare you. Do you have any idea how precious that kettle was!?" She shouted. "How spoiled rotten of you! Breaking anything you want because it could be easily replaceable! I am not your father."

Elliott held his cheek, and he didn't know how to react.

Emerald and Ruby gasps softly.

"…we should punish him, mother," Ruby spoke slowly, looking at Emerald and back at the kettle on the floor.

She then had a wicked smile appear on her face.

"We should, Mother! After all, he didn't even finish his chores!" She spoke up.

"…Is that true Elliott?" Elizabeth hissed.

"No, I have done them, stepmother," Elliott stammered. You know I will do my chores on time; I will never disappoint you."

"You're lying to me, are you?" She said in a cold tone.

"No, never."

As Elliott began to wonder why this was happening, he noticed his step sisters looking excited to see his punishment.

"Put your hands out, now." She demanded.

Elliott walked forward. Elizabeth sat back down and took a small sip of tea, looking back at Elliott.

"Elliott, you do realize that as someone as sophisticated as me, I do not like tea that is flavorless and bland, but I do like my tea hot. See?"

She took the teacup and poured it down onto Elliott's hands, and she watched as his hands turned red. Elliott released a massive screen and pulled his hand away, watching his hands be covered in blisters. It was a seething pain, but he was glad it was over.

"Did I say to put your hands away!" His stepmother demanded, now pulling his hair

Elizabeth didn't care about her daughters watching her, but it was right here, and now she had to teach Elliott a lesson.

"Mother!"

"Girls, if someone makes a mess, you make an example! He made a mess, and now he has to deal with the consequences. Now, Elliott, give me your hands."

Elliott, still scared, complied. For the next few minutes, it was just pure pain; for him, it felt forever, but soon, there wasn't more hot water.

"Alright, now you better clean up this mess or else you're hands will be put in a fire." Elizabeth spoke up before leaving the room, clearly upset.

Elliott nodded and started to clean, trying to ignore the pain.

After that, he went to his room and locked the door tightly. He had never felt this fear before and didn't want to feel it again. He was shaking, and his hands hurt so badly.

Whatever he touched, his hands would begin to sting in pain. Once he made sure everyone was asleep later that night, he left his room and tried to bandage his wounds. They still were in pain, but they managed to keep it together.

But why did that have to happen? It was a simple mistake; she took it so seriously that he couldn't blame her. Being a widower twice must've made her more stressed out and crazed. But why hurt him if she was struggling with her emotions because of her father's death?

But that doesn't change someone's entire personality? Or does it?

But why did Emerald trip him? To humiliate him, to embarrass him? Elliott already knew that Emerald hated him when he bumped into her from the gardens years ago, but she would avoid him.

Nonetheless, he continued his days, doing more chores to the point of exhaustion and o

So Elizabeth told him if he wanted to come back inside that day, he would have to make sure it was spotless when she and her daughters returned.

Yet, doing his best wasn't enough for her, as she thought it still looked like a mess, and he was forced to sleep outside that night.

Yet it only got worse when winter came around.

His hands recovered, but the burns reminded him of that moment in time, as his hands were heavily scared. Touching the cold snow would make it sting, so he had to resort to wearing gloves, mainly ones from his mother back in her day. They helped with some of the pain he had. He didn't want anyone to know about those burns, so wearing gloves seemed to help him with his hands as they recovered and made chores easier.

It was just another night for him. He was done scrubbing the floors and went outside to make sure the gates were locked so nothing could get inside. It was his last chore of the day, and then it would be bedtime inside his warm attic room, which he decorated to his liking. But when he returned after checking, he realized the door was locked tight, and there was no way in.

From the inside, he could hear his stepsisters laughing at him, which made Elliott try but fail to force open the door.

"Have fun sleeping in the cold," he heard Emerald cackle.

"Hey, this isn't funny," Elliott shivered. "Let me in, it's cold!"

But no lights were on, and no one heard his call for help.

He was utterly alone.

He wanted to bang the door, but the freezing cold made it hard to keep his energy up. But why punish him if he didn't do anything wrong? He didn't know why this continued. What did he do wrong? He did what was asked, even when the snow swirled around like a storm, and risked his health for them.

So, in defeat, he tried to find a place to sleep, which was already complicated enough as it was a freezing night. He managed to the horse pen, trying to cuddle up to one of the horses. It was lovely for him, but he wished he was back in his room.

He knew his stepfamily would make a big fuss about this, though. He thought they'd refuse to let him in once it was morning, as he would smell awful. But they locked him in first; why should he have to apologize for being locked out? Why apologize at all?

The thought of it made his blood boil.

He started to cry angrily, cursing them for being disgusting behavior. What has he ever done to them? The moment they met, he welcomed them into his home, which they took and disregarded him like trash.

Burning his hands should've been a warning…but he was too naive and trusting.

But then they push him around to lock him out in the cold, pretending he doesn't exist.

"It's not fair, Beauté," Elliott sobbed onto the horse. "If Father saw this, they wouldn't longer live in our mansion, and I would have my old room back. They wouldn't even be here in town if they learned what they had done. But why can't I tell anyone? Is it because Father loved her so?"

Beauté nuzzled Elliott's hair, calming him down.

"Maybe if I just…hold on? Maybe she'll change back?" Elliott yawned. "Heh, only one could dream."

Elliott yawned and nuzzled into Beauté's coat, falling asleep instantly.

But he knew that wouldn't change, even after being allowed entrance. He had to earn his keep now, as he was now nothing. He wanted his old life back; he wanted to see his parents and friends again. He couldn't help but ask why he'd been so alone.

But he was. No one was going to change that.

When morning arrived, he managed to sneak back through the kitchen door and started to make breakfast for everyone, though he was still exhausted from an uncomfortable sleep. Hay was not as comfortable as Elliott thought, but he had to keep that in as he fed the animals.

"Good morning," He yawns. "I hope you enjoy your breakfast.."

"Elliott!" shrieked Emerald as her bell rang loudly in the kitchen.

"I'm coming!" Elliott went back into the kitchen and walked upstairs toward Emerald's room.

"Good morning," He whispered.

"Ugh," Emerald plugged her nose. "You stink."

"…You did lock me out last night," Elliott huffed. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"A berry pastries and a hot tea," Emerald gagged. "Take a bath, why don't you!?"

"But you asked for breakfast," Elliott hummed, his eyes glinting. "How can I do both at the same time?"

Elliott turned around to leave, but he felt Emerald grab his shoulder, which caused him to stop. "Are you back-talking me?"

"Oh, no, no," Elliott chuckles. "I was asking a simple question."

Elliott then walked away back downstairs and hid a laugh. It felt good to talk back, even for once in a while. But he had a job to do, so he must do it. Especially as 6:30 arrived.

So, as per usual, he made breakfast for everyone. He doesn't know how much time has passed, but once he heard the bells ring wildly behind him, forcing him to take the trays and back onto the stairs again, forgetting about his shoe when he reached the top.

"Took you long enough!" Emerald scoffed.

"Pardon me for being late," Elliott apologized. "But I had to make breakfast for everyone else, too."

Elliott smiled and walked away towards Ruby's room.

"Good morning, Ruby." He hummed.

"….Leave," Ruby yawned.

Elliott nodded and walked away towards Elizabeth's room. He took a breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in, my dear," He heard her call out. "Don't be shy."

Elliott opened the door and saw her eyes beyond the darkness. He sighed before he sat down on the tray and started to make her a cup of tea.

"What lovely gloves, Elliott," Elizabeth hummed. "Are you that ashamed of your scars?"

"Uh, I suppose I am," Elliott stammered, giving the tea to her. "But it helps me with the chores more."

"How splendid," Elizabeth chuckled. "Have you feed the animals?"

"Yes, ma'am," Elliott answered.

"And what lovely breakfast you have made," Elizabeth added. "You have outdone yourself today already. Now, you have a new list of chores to do. Listen up." She cleared her throat. "Wash the laundry, and make sure you have actually dust out the curtains. My poor Ruby cannot handle the dust again."

"Of course, Ma'am." Elliott nodded. "Anything else?"

"Yes," Elizabeth continued. "Sweep and scrub the foyer, and scrub the fireplace too. For the winter."

"Yes, ma'am," Elliott gulped again.

"You are so obedient," Elizabeth smirked. "Now, be off, and start with your daily chores and remember to do the list. You know what happens when you disobey me."

Elliott nodded and walked outside the room, trying to keep his composure.

His, unfortunately, regular routine began after breakfast and feeding the animals; he also started the laundry even though his hands still had some setbacks when it came to cold things, but Elliott just took a breath and did his chores with ease. But it doesn't help when Emerald and Ruby try to disturb and ruin his chores just so he could get in trouble, but a reminder or a newly invented glare stops them whenever they try. Elliott was tired from this experience; even when he cries, he often ignores it now.

✨✨✨

Elliott was only 15 and is currently cleaning the old fireplace in the mansion's basement all night with only a candle to brighten the room. However, the only light source he did have was the moon and stars out the window. When doing the furnace, Elliott liked to watch them for just a little while. He adored the stars and often missed stargazing with his parents. So looking at them made him want to cry even more, as he wondered why they were taken away so soon.

But he promised himself not to after the humiliation he'd been through. Never show your enemies weakness; you will be safe but never sound, he heard a sailor say to his father years ago, and that night scrubbing the night away made him understand the meaning.

What caught his attention was a beautiful star that shined above him, begging him to make a wish.

So, in his desperate moment, he looked at the brightest star and began to wish.

"I wish for my family…my family again," Elliott wished, but then he felt a sick taste in his mouth. He realized just how stupid that wish was and sighed in embarrassment.

But as he did, he heard the back door open, making him jump slightly. Elliott, fearing that it was his stepmother, quickly started to clean again, trying to keep himself calm. A few minutes passed, and Elliott realized that his stepfamily didn't wake up in the process. Now, he started to question who opened the door for him. It was clearly locked up tight, like every night before, so Elliott was freaked out.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Elliott gulped, grabbing a nearby broom and walking towards the kitchen. "Who's there?"

As he asked that, only silence met him. Until he noticed a blue glow coming from the kitchen and a strange humming sound coming from it, but the humming was oddly welcoming and even inviting to Elliott as he opened the door.

"It sounds like mother," Elliott sighed sadly. "But that's impossible. Maybe the dust has finally got to my head. Wish I could've gotten some sleep…"

But as he moved forward, he saw a woman who incredibly resembled his mother. She was in a stunning purple silk gown, and a light purple glow around her surrounded her. Meanwhile, she was cleaning up the fireplace in the kitchen, still humming to herself happily.

She turned, and her eyes widened at the sight of Elliott, but she formed a kind smile and opened her arms for a hug.

"…what is happening…?" He gasped to himself. "I must be dreaming. I must be; my mother died so early in my life."

"This is no dream, my dear child," she reassured with a soft smile and a soft voice.

"..then why are you here? You…you're dead, mother.." Elliott choked, trying not to cry.

"Oh, I know how confusing this might've been," Amelia whispered as she touched her son's cheek, wiping away his tears. "But in short, I have been blessed to become a Fairy Godmother."

"Like the one's in your books?" Elliott whimpered.

"Most definitely," Amelia giggled.

She nodded.

"I'm so sorry it took me so long to visit you. I wish I had seen you sooner." She spoke softly, placing her hand on Elliott's face and wiping some ash off it. "As soon as I saw your name on the list, I knew I had to come right away."

Elliott gasped softly and started to sob, looking at her. He didn't know if he was dreaming, but it didn't matter if it was a dream at this point; he was finally happy to see his mother again.

"Mother," he sobbed, rushing towards her arms and crying. Amelia hugged her son back, cradling him like she had when he was younger.

He kept holding on as he thought she would disappear.

"Shh, you're safe now. I'm here now." She whispered, now moving Elliott's hair out of his face. "I'm here now, my son."

"I-Im not dreaming..?"

"If this was a dream you would have been awake now." She jokingly said.

Elliott was silent, but then he noticed she was examining his face, her expression changing from reassurance to sadness.

"What have they done to my Petit papillon?" She asked.

Elliott could barely even start with all the abuse he had been through, and even thinking about what to say had him shaken up. He just kept crying. Amelia felt her heart break at the sight of her son crying, very unlike his younger self, who was very positive; her son was now older and beaten down.

"I'm so sorry that it took me this long to reach you. If weren't for the fairy godmother counsel putting me through so much training, I would have been at you're side years ago." Amelia sadly spoke. "…And if we're for them, I would give that lady a piece of my mind!" She bluntly stated.

Elliott managed a small laugh, but that didn't stop the tears.

"You know," Amelia started. "I mean, I understand your father wanted to move on, but did he pick her of all people? She seemed odd."

"She was so sweet at first," Elliott explained. "But…with father dying."

"I understand grief change people drastically, but that isn't going to excuse the abuse you're going through!" Amelia huffed.

"I wish to understand it."

"And you don't need to. What's going on with her is her own problem. And she should have never taken her aggression on you or her own children because of it, " she explained.

"I must be dreaming," Elliott yawned.

"If it were, you would still be outside. It may feel like one, but I assure you it's not. However, I'll have to return to my realm once the morning sun rises. But I will do what I can to help you."

Elliott was silent, just looking down.

"Are you alright, my dear?"

"Y-yes, I'm fine."

She didn't like that answer, so she tried to think of a plan to watch over Elliott while she was away.

"How about I give you something before I go." She asked

"What could I possibly need?" Elliott sighed and returned to the fireplace, the dust on his face now visible. "I don't need anything.."

"That's not true," Amelia spoke. "You need love and support."

"B-but I don't know what I need right now," whimpered Elliott, now crying again. "Everything is so confusing.."

His mother hugged him, as seeing her son like this broke her heart. *Her son was filthy from head to toe, forced to hide away and clean the house that he still loved dearly. And she was horrified when she noticed the burn scars on his hands. What kind of person, let alone a stepmother, would do this to him?

So she decided to give him a gift. With her magic, she created a flower pin for Elliott.

"Here, have this. It'll help you through any difficult task and protect you." She explained, putting it on Elliott's head. "Perfect."

"It's like the ones you made in the past," Elliott yawned.

"I hope you adore it."

"I love it." Elliott smiles as he falls asleep.

Amelia made a comfortable pillow to rest Elliott's head on and kissed his forehead. "I love you, my son."

✨✨✨

Morning arrived, and Elliott woke up, feeling the soft pillow beneath him. His eyes took a moment before adjusting to the bright, clean room. All the dust was collectively gone, and the smell of lavender was around the room. He forced himself up, and based on the morning sky, it was around 6:00, so he had to make some breakfast, or else he would have to do more grueling chores.

He didn't reach the top before his stepsisters began to argue, but he managed to sigh as he walked upstairs.

"How many times do I have to tell you!? Keep your things in your own room!" Emerald shouted.

"But that was mine!" Ruby shrieked. "You stole that from me, and I came to get it back!"

"These are my beads!"

Elliott rolled his eyes and started making an omelet du forge, lavender tea, and porridge for breakfast. He then decorated the table before Elizabeth walked downstairs, annoyed at her daughter's argument.

"Good Morning, ma'am," Elliott greeted.

Soon, Ruby and Emerald entered the room, still upset at each other.

"I hope breakfast will be worth it," huffed Emerald. "Goodness, you look hideous, well more so than usual."

Due to his sleepiness, Elliott forgot to clean off the ashes and cinders that covered his entire body, hair, and face. Luckily, his hands were somehow still clean.

"Oh, I guess his name shouldn't be Elliott anymore. I suppose he should have a new name," Ruby announced. "Ashes, or Ashes for short."

Elliott felt his nose scrunched in annoyance. Sure, he was covered in ashes, but that didn't mean he was going to change his identity.

"Oh, Ruby, you are too clever," Elizabeth laughed, eating her porridge.

"I don't think it was," Elliott muttered before walking back into the kitchen to make a small breakfast for himself, comprised of the leftovers.

Soon, his stepsister Ruby came in, clearly upset about how her food was made.

"What is this!" Ruby demanded, thrusting her bowl towards Elliott.

"Your porridge?" Elliott answered, confused.

"It's disgusting! This is the most disgust porridge I have ever ate and it's too hot."

As she shouted that, she threw the hot food at Elliott. However, when it hit him, it was oddly cold.

"I will tell my mother about this!"

Elliott sighs and starts to clean himself, just annoyed. But it is odd how the hot porridge turns cold instantly.

Thankfully, after telling his stepmother about what happened, she was not mad at him. Elizabeth started to take her anger off Ruby.

"Do you have any idea how much you made a mess of things!? Are you and your sister really the much of small brats?" She demanded, caring more about whether Elliott was hurt and about Ruby making a mess.

"He made disgusting porridge! I asked for something much more fancier than mere porridge!" Ruby whined.

"If it was disgusting, then you can make your own meals from now on. Elliott, go clean up the mess that Ruby made." She spat out, clearly not in a good mood to deal with any of her kids.

Elliott could only raise an eyebrow. Elizabeth had never defended him before, but it was odd after what she had let her daughters do to him. But he didn't mind it, so he cleaned himself off and cleaned the mess afterward.

He walked back to the attic to use more water to clean the sticky porridge all over him. When he did, he saw the usual snow globe perched on the bed. It had a faint purple glow and a smiling ice-skating woman in the center.

"Where did this come from?" Elliott tilted his head and took it in his hand.

He shrugged and put it on his window, just staring at it.

"Ashes!! Come on, remember you have to occupy us to town!"

Elliott groaned and hoped his clothes were okay when he walked downstairs. Emerald and Ruby waited for him and ignored him as they entered the carriage into town. The ride was uncomfortable and quiet, with Elliott just staring out the window, watching the trees travel with them.

"Now, while we are in town, you are not allowed to speak until we speak to you," Ruby ordered. "Your presence is embarrassing us, so keeping your mouth shut could lessen the embarrassment.

Elliott nodded.

Since then, the shopping has commenced. From dresses to shoes, Elliott followed the girls left and right. Waiting outside the stores and holding things from bags to boxes made things tiring and uncomfortable, but he managed to walk forward with an unusual amount of energy.

Well, one of the shops was so complete that the three had to wait outside the store, waiting for anyone to leave so the stepsisters could enter.

"This is so boring," Elliott muttered, looking around. "I don't care how, but please get rid of this boredom."

His prayers were granted as he felt someone bump into him, almost causing Elliott to drop the shoe boxes, but the unknown person grabbed the top box before returning it to Elliott.

"Sorry," the man behind him chuckled. "I didn't see where I was going."

Elliott turned around to see a very familiar man. His brown hair, brown eyes, and freckled face couldn't lie.

"The Prince!" He heard the stepsisters cheered.

"Chandler…?" Elliott muttered softly, looking at the boy.

"Good evening, ladies," Chandler greeted with a smile.

"What are you doing here in town?" Ruby asked, still blushing at Chandler.

"Well," said a friend, who Elliott recognized as Angel. "We love to take walks around the village from time to time and today is not an exception."

Elliott could only look down in embarrassment.

"Ugh, we weren't talking to you," Emerald scoffed. "We were talking to the prince, obviously."

Elliott blew out some air, now annoyed and wishing he could apologize for their behavior.

"Frankly, I would rather not answer if you are going to talk to my friend like that," Chandler frowned, but his eyes soon saw Elliott. "Well, I am interested in this lovely person over here? So, what's your name?"

"Why would you want to know?" Ruby scoffed.

"Why not?" Chandler spoke. "I can't help but notice her."

"Cause this is just a dumb maid of ours," Emerald rolled her eyes. "She's not worthy of your attention."

"Nonsense, what's your name, fair maid?"

"Ashe," blushed Elliott.

"Ah, you know, that is a lovely name for a beautiful person, such as yourself, Ashe."

"Ugh! Let's go before I lose my mind!" Emerald screamed and grabbed Elliott, stomping away.

"I hope I can see you again," called out Chandler.

"Me too," whispered Elliott.

✨✨✨

"He looked so beautiful, I don't think I can stop imagining him," Chandler swooned as he and Angel walked past the gates. "But he looked oddly familiar to me."

"No clue on what you mean," Angel shrugged and waved at the doorman. "But do you think Yuki will be upset at us for going out again?"

"Ah, who cares." Chandler sighed. "I mean, she is just trying to be like her father, but it's a shame she had to order me around. My mother is already doing so, I don't want another person to order me around."

They walked up the stairs and met up with a frustrated Yuki, who glared at them when they went loser.

"Where have you two been?" Yuki demanded. "You've been gone for three hours and your mother was worried about you."

"Well," Chandler stammered.

"He was flirting with a cute girl in town," Angel blurted out. "He talked about her nonstop, and it was so funny and so cute. 'Oh, Ashe! I want to see Ashe again!'"

Chandler blushed at his friend's mockery of him.

"W-well,"

"Enough." Yuki sighed. Chandler, I know you want your freedom, but I can't keep lying to the Queen. And besides, in three years, you will have to find a bride. Pardon me for sounding rude, but I don't think flirting with a peasant girl is going to last."

"Well, what if I wanted to marry her? I can't keep pretending that I have someone I want to marry," Chandler looked down sadly. "The one I wanted to marry is gone, and I can't just forget about him."

"I know," Yuki sighed. "You know we miss him too."

Chandler just walked past them, still upset.

"He really misses Elliott," Angel walked forward.

"I can't believe we lost him so soon," Yuki sighed. "In a boat incident nonetheless. It's crushes him then and now, but he has to move on one day or another."

"But let's not rush him," Angel reminded. "He's need that time."

✨✨✨

"Ugh, that was so embarrassing," hissed Emerald.

"And what's worse, Ashes took all our spotlight!" Ruby complained.

Elliott rolled his eyes as he followed them. He didn't want Chandler to notice him and was lucky he didn't reveal his identity. But blame Elliott, sure.

After a long day of chores, the sky turned a dark blue as Elliott carefully sneaked out of the window. He walked towards the woods and to a mountaintop, where he could see the village's lights below him. It was his favorite spot, where no one could find him, where he could forget about being a maid and become Elliott.

It was also a great place to look up at the stars, which Elliott was doing before he heard a rumble.

"Oh, I didn't think to see someone else here," he heard Chandler laugh.

Elliott gasped and stood up to walk away.

"Wait, Ashe," Chandler called out. "I'm sorry I scared you. I was just surprised to see you here. This is my favorite spot at the moment."

Chandler sat down on the ground and invited Elliott to sit next to him, which he did.

"So, you must love it here." Chandler started.

"I do," Elliott blushed. "It's so pretty here, and it's the best place to look at the stars, and whenever I do, I…"

"All the fears and worries go away." Chandler breathed.

"Yes…how did you know that?"

"Ah, I used to come here with a dear friend of mine," Chandler explained. "You remind me of him, actually. It's your eyes, Ashe, it's like looking into a beautiful meadow. But I lost him years ago."

"What happened?"

"His father was one of our best sailors and traveled to create trade with other kingdoms, and one day, his son went on one with him. He died of an illness, and my friend, Elliott, died when he fell out of the boat and drowned."

Elliott stared at Chandler. Did Elizabeth spread a rumor that he died?! Why would she do that, and why lie to the entire public!? To hide him from society and to transform into this maid?!

"O-oh," he gasped.

"I know," Chandler sighed. "I still miss him so dearly. I know I want to move on, but I can't right now. Though it was years ago, the wound is still so fresh and I'm not ready to close it."

"That's…valid,"

"But I always remember him and want to keep his memory alive, even for a little while."

"That's great, to do that for your friend," Elliott gulped and looked down.

"Hey, thanks for listening to me," Chandler lamented. "I needed that today."

Elliott goes closer to him and carefully holds his hand. And then he rested his head against Chandler's shoulder.

"Enough about me, what about you, Ashe?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you are pretty recognizable, Ashe."

"Oh, I didn't know that," muttered Elliott.

"Come on, you must've been complimented so much when you go out,"

Elliott looked away, and Chandler looked shocked and turned to him.

"Really, no had complimented you?" Chandler gasped.

"You'd be the first to, your highness," Elliott blushed.

"But I think you look so beautiful, and it's a sin not to stop and look at you. I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about you when I saw you today."

"I thank you, but I am not the most pleasant person to look at, considering the dust all over me at times."

"Well, you are gorgeous tonight," Chandler complimented. I mean, you are practically glowing here."

Elliott smiled and blushed.

"Thank you, Chandler…but I have to go soon."

"How about a little longer?" Chandler begged.

Elliott looks back at the trail. "I'm sorry, but I need to go. I can see you again, but I don't know when. But I can see you again."

Chandler got up, smiling. "I'm looking forward to that. I hope to see you soon."

Elliott smiled and quickly walked away, sneaking back into his attic room. He shivered as he closed the window, looking back. He sat on the bed and watched as the new snow of the year fell. The last time it snowed was when he was 12, stuck in the horse pen as a punishment, which was a very unpleasant time of his life, so he wasn't prepared if that happened again.

But it did on a frigid winter night when he was pushed out, his face hitting the snow. He coughed as he looked back at his stepfamily, who sneered down at him.

"Such a mouth on you, Ashe! You need to learn some manners, so be it if this is a way to learn them!" Elizabeth screamed. "You will now think about what you have done!"

"But I can't survive in this cold!" Elliott protested, trying to get up.

"That's what you get for being so disobedient." Ruby mocked.

"And your stupid mouth!" Emerald added, and with that, the door slammed shut.

Elliott shivered as he stood up and walked into the forest and to the mountaintop again. He was trying to keep himself warm, but it was useless, and he had to wait until morning.

Elliott found himself unconscious, only shaken away by a worried Chandler.

"What are you doing here?! You are going to freeze to death!" Chandler cried, looking at Elliott and giving him his jacket to wrap around him.

"I could ask you the same thing," shivered Elliott, gripping the coat. "And you need this more."

"I saw a purple butterfly, and it led me to you," Chandler explained. "I know that's weird, but thank goodness, I did. You could've died out here, Ashe."

"But I…I'm okay."

"You don't seem to be. You already look a little pale. I need to find you some shelter before it gets worse. Some warmth."

"But I..I…" Elliott's voice grew softly as his eyes closed, going unconscious once again.

"Ashe!? Ashe?!" Chandler gasped, trying to shake Ashe awake, but to no avail.

Chandler started to panic, but Ashe was alive, much to his relief. Before things went awry, he needed to find a place for his new friends. He picked Ashe up and rushed down the path to see a mansion ahead. He quickly ran towards it, looking up at the mansion. He could only call out to someone, anybody.

"Please! Help me!" Chandler called out. "Please, it's my friend, she's cold and tired."

"Oh, poor thing," he heard a faint voice softly. "Hold her out to me, dear Chandler."

Chandler gulped momentarily before lifting Ashe towards the sky where the voice was. Purple butterflies suddenly flew down, surrounding Ashe with purple magic. They carefully lifted to a nearby window and towards the attic window. Chandler was speechless in surprise.

"Thank you so much," the faint voice called out again. "You are a good person, Prince Chandler. And do not worry about a thing; she will be alright in due time."

Chandler nodded. "Please make sure she's safe. I….I love her."

The voice gently giggles and sends a purple butterfly down. "Here, my friend will guide you back to your castle in the dark and snowy night and I promise you that Ashe will be alright."

Chandler looks back before following the butterfly home.

Looking back at the Prince, Amelia sighed in relief as her butterflies covered Elliott in a blanket. She heard him sigh, now content and warm.

"Thank the stars that he has found you, Elliott." Amelia lamented. "That woman is bound to get my wrath sooner or later. But I am just glad my dear son is safe."

✨✨✨

Chandler waved the butterfly goodbye as he entered the throne room, only to see his worried mother awake and looking outside.

"M-mother," he gasped.

"Chandler!" Queen Samantha gasped, hugging him tightly. "Where have you been?! Why were you outside!? It's snowing out there, and you could've died."

"I know, but…a friend told me that a peasant girl that I had met was cold and dying, so I had to help her," Chandler explained. "I had to, Mother."

"Oh, Chandler," Samantha sighed. "I'm just glad you're safe and your friend as well."

Chandler rests his head against his mother's shoulder, exhausted.

"Don't worry," Samantha whispered. "You did the right thing, and I'll pray to the stars that she will be safe. But…"

"But?"

"..Let's talk about this in the morning."

"Yes, you are right."

✨✨✨

Ding!Dong!

Elliot groaned as he got up, looking at the clock. His hair was a mess, tangled up in his sheets. He yawned again and forced himself to look at the clock again.

"Ugh," he groaned again, putting his head into his pillow. "It's only been three continuous years of this tournament. Fine, you stupid clock, time to start a new stupid day with this stupid family."

Elliott got ready, brushing out his hair and dressing in his best rags, which wasn't much but made things a little better. He got his shoes and went down the stairs to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone as usual, but this time, he didn't have any burns on his arms from the stove and no more mess on the floor, which was deemed perfect.

After he was done, it was time to start the laundry once again. He walked up the stairs and went into Emerald's room, and he just stood over the door.

"Wake up," he called out, walking towards her.

"I am, you idiot," she groaned. "Now, if you are going to be useful, how about you start actually cleaning the house? You're a maid, after all."

"I may look like a maid, and I am, but I don't have to listen to you," Elliott smiles and takes the pile of laundry. "So, good morning, Emerald."

Elliott put the laundry in the basket, went to Ruby's room, carefully walked over to her, and shook her.

"Time to wake up," He whispered, shaking her gently.

"Get your filthy hands off me," Ruby yawned.

"Oh, I wear gloves, Ruby, and they are barely filthy," Elliott rolled his eyes. "You are fine."

"Let me sleep in," Ruby demanded.

"You do know if that happens, your mother would hate it if you slept in," Elliott reminded her, grabbing her laundry. "So I suggest you wake up."

"You are so annoying."

Elliott looked back. "Likewise."

He did the same with Ruby's clothes in the laundry basket and walked into Elizabeth's room, surprised to see Elizabeth wide awake.

"Oh, already awake?"

"Oh, Ashe, you know that women my age should always wake up early," Elizabeth giggled. "But I suppose a cretin like yourself will never know the prospects of beauty."

"I must be so lucky then," Elliott replied sarcastically. "Learning about the prospects of beauty already seems stupid and ignorant, and it will eventually leave you hurt, alone, and ugly."

"I wouldn't smack you for that talk, but I want to maintain my composure and youth. So, I'll replace it with a long list of chores."

"Oh, of course."

"Maybe you'll go back to the village again and help with their shopping."

"I'm not worried. I won't be the one with stupid bright colors that bring everyone's attention." Elliott replied and grabbed her clothes. "But perhaps another time."

Before Elizabeth could reply, Elliott was already out of the room with a basket full of laundry. He walked towards the gardens and put the basket down before returning to the kitchen, setting the dinner table, and waiting for the family to walk down before he presented their breakfast.

"Le pain au chocolat, an excellent breakfast. Of course, with citrus tea." Elliott explained.

No thank yous from them; it was the typical breakfast.

Elliott didn't mind as he returned to the gardens and set up the buckets, water, and soap. Soon after, he removed his gloves and started scrubbing the clothes, humming to himself. He found a purple butterfly flying over his head and smiled, but he was shocked to see the others now trying to rinse the clothes and hang the clothes shortly after.

"Why thank you?" Elliott chuckles and watches as the butterflies use their wings to speed dry the clothes, then separate them in the basket. "This does make doing the laundry much easier."

Elliott hums again as he separates the laundry and puts it in the rooms despite the stepsisters' shouting and beating; what a typical day.

✨✨✨

"A ball!?" Chandler gasped.

"Yes, look," Samantha sighed. "You haven't even considered seeing a maiden in a while, and you know I am getting old, and I won't last forever as queen."

"Your mother is right," Advisor Kimm said. "You will one day be old enough to rule the kingdom and be king, and I think it's natural to have a partner at your side."

"And I do not want you to run a kingdom alone like I have," Samantha explained, looking at a portrait of her and her husband. "I want you to be with someone you love forever. Someone who will be by your side through the good and the bad times, even the times you feel alone. You at least would have someone who cares. That's all I want for you, my son."

Chandler looks up at the portrait. "I see that. I just think a ball is unnecessary."

"I know, but how else we'll be getting the finest lords and ladies around?"

"I suppose you got a point, Mother." Chandler laughed. "Maybe I can see her again."

"See, I knew you'd get excited about seeing her again," Samantha winked. "I'll make sure to give a special invite."

"Let me write it, Mother," Chandler recommended. "Maybe it'll be best if she knows it's me."

Samantha smiles. "Oh alright. Go wild with your letter."

Samantha watches Chandler leave, and she looks back at Kim. "Just like his father, Kim. Always so lovestruck. He was the same when he made his own letter to me when we first met. He knew he wanted to marry me. How could I ever say no."

"I am quite glad that happened," Kim grinned. "You are such an amazing queen, and I'm glad I served you."

"You flatter me, Kim."

Chandler went to his room and started to create the letter. After so long of not seeing her, he thought of everything, from the colors to what he wanted to write to Ashe. He truly wanted to see her again and adored the thought of it, too.

"Aw, are you daydreaming?" Angel teased, scaring Chandler.

"How did you get in here?"

"You left it opened, dummy." Angel laughed. "So, are you thinking about her?"

"You know I am," Chandler sighed. "This is the only opportunity to actually see her again. And I can't waste it."

"Great, I have been busy," Angel groaned. "I'm going to spend my whole day cooking for the ball. I mean, my dad is the head chef, so I can't complain too much."

"Yeah, I bet you'll make the best food for the ball. I need it."

Angel and Chandler share a laugh before Angel had to leave to continue cooking with her father.

Chandler spent the whole day perfecting his letter before the Royal Postman left to do his due diligence and traveled through the town, letters in hand.

✨✨✨

"Elliott!" Ruby screamed towards Elliott, who was scrubbing the floor. "Elliott!"

"I can hear ever so perfectly fine," Elliott groaned. "You don't need to scream like a desperate yodeler to get my attention."

"Ugh, the floor is still a mess," Ruby complained. "You clearly didn't clean the floors right."

"Wow, you asked me to sweep and then scrub this floor. What do you want me to do next, polish it with shoe polish?" Elliott rolled his eyes.

"Just make sure it's spotless."

"Already am."

Ruby scoffed and walked back upstairs.

Elliott continued scrubbing the floors, ignoring the horrid sounds of a violin and a flute played so wrong that they hurt his ears. The only pleasing sound from upstairs was Elizabeth's piano.

"God, they sound so horrible." he complained, covering his ears.

Elliott sighed as he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door, revealing the Royal Postman blowing on his horn. "Good Afternoon, lovely maiden, I am here to give thee lovely maidens a invitations of the royal ball!"

The Postman handed Elliott red and golden envelopes with the royal seal.

"And a special one for you, Ashe."

"For me?"

"Yes, Prince Chandler personally made this with the one with green eyes that look like a meadow. You have the description."

"Really?" Elliott blushed as the Postman handed him a beautiful blue and silver envelope with a silver royal seal. "He did this..for me?"

"Oh, yes, he wanted to make sure you got that letter." The Postman laughed. "I'm glad it got to the right person."

"Thank you, sir," Elliot thanked and watched the man leave.

He sighs and closes the door, looking down at his letter. He quickly hides in his pocket and walks upstairs to the music room door, knocking on it.

"Ashes!" roared Elizabeth. "I have told you to never interrupt my daughters' music lessons."

"You have some mail," Elliott announced, opening the door and showing the envelope. "It's a royal invite."

Elizabeth gasped, snatched the letter out of Elliott's hand, and started to read: "Girls! Listen up! The Queen is inviting every eligible woman to the ball to enchant the Prince and become his Queen."

"Oh, I hope he can pick me," Emerald giggles.

"Or me!" Ruby squeals.

"Of course that's what it is," mumbled Elliott. "Well, I'll be doing my chores that you ever so kindly gave me, and I'm leaving."

"Not so fast!" Elizabeth stopped. "Ashe, you have been given an important task."

"And what would that be?"

"You are tasked with creating the most perfect ballgowns for my beautiful daughters," Elizabeth ordered. "Now go!"

"Hmph, dress-making in two days. Sure, why not," Elliott sighs.

That afternoon, Elliott was picking some fabric and going to start sewing. He ignored any criticism his stepsisters gave him but couldn't care less. Elliott would often tell them to shut up, which worked for a limited time but made things so much easier for Elliott. He made the dresses, shoes, and headgear for them within two days and was close to fainting as he plumped on his bed.

"Thank the stars," Elliott yawned. "I'm done."

He sighed as he looked at his personal envelope. "Did he really write this for me?"

He got up, carefully opened the envelope, and read the letter.

"Dear Ashe," the letter reads, "I hope this came to you and not some random obsessed stranger. But if this is you, I have personally invited you to the ball. I couldn't stop thinking about you and that horrible day where I almost lost you. So I hope I can see you again so I can announce my marriage to you, the sweetest person after my best friend. Please, I hope you come."

"Love, Chandler," Elliott whispered. "…He wants to marry me? But he doesn't even know who I really am. And I lied to him about who I was."

Elliott sadly sat down and picked up the snow globe. "Maybe, if I have a way to go to the ball, I can tell him who I really am, and we can….get married? Do I want that?" Elliott smiled. "I do. I do want to marry him."

✨✨✨

The day the ball arrived, Elliott was tending the trees, but he was still considering even going. He wasn't Ruby and Emerald; he wasn't well combed, well dressed, or anything that resembled a lord or royalty. So, did he even have a chance?

"Hm, do I want to go?" he started questioning. "I look so horrible."

"Oh, don't be like that," a nearby purple butterfly chirped. "Of course you can?"

"Alright, how?" Elliott asked, ignoring the weird fact that he was talking to a butterfly.

"Meet Lady Amelia at the gardens tonight, but wait until the rest of your family leaves," The butterfly instructed. "She'll help you."

Elliott nodded as the butterfly flew away, leaving a purple sparkly trail behind them. He could only hope that tonight would be a good night.

✨✨✨

"Yes, I know my chores for tonight," Elliott rolled his eyes as Ruby and Emerald rushed towards the carriage while Elizabeth spoke with Elliott.

"Good, you should know that we will be back shortly around 3:00am, so if you are done at that time, I suggest making tea before you even think about going to bed."

"Tea around midnight maybe," Elliott spoke up.

"Good, we will be home soon." Elizabeth huffed and followed her daughters outside.

Elliott watched the carriage leave before sneaking down towards the gardens. He saw his mother playing with the butterflies around her.

"Mother?"

"Oh, Elliott!" Amelia grinned and greeted him with a small hug. "Glad you were able to see me tonight."

"Well, your butterflies are kind enough to tell me," Elliott smiles. "But what's going on?"

"Oh, well," Amelia summoned her wand. "I am going to take you to the ball."

Elliott blinked before stammering. "Uh, not to be rude, but how exactly? I mean,"

"Do not underestimate magic," Amelia lectured. "Now, you find me a pumpkin, two lizards and about six or more mice. "

"Ugh, more stuff to do." Elliott groaned before walking to the basement and finding the cage full of mice and another with two lizards. He returned to the gardens with them and found a massive pumpkin. Elliott rolled over, panting to himself.

"Well, you are quick on your feet," Amelia joked.

"Why do you need these for?" Elliott questioned.

Amelia smiles and sets the pumpkin in front of them. She then put the six mice in front of it, making sure they didn't even move once bit before sitting the lizards but the front and back of the pumpkin.

"I am so confused,"

"Don't worry, it'll all make sense soon."

Amelia winked as she waved her wand, and Elliott watched as the pumpkin orange exterior turned golden, forming a door for the rider. The vines beneath them became golden wheels. The six mice's brown and raggy fur transformed into white fur and beautiful silver manes. The lizards' scaly green scales disappeared as they grew human flesh and beautiful silver suits.

"Tada!" Amelia cheered. "A perfect carriage."

"Oh."

"Surprised? Well, I am not done yet."

Amelia points her wand towards Elliott, but nothing seems to change except the weird feeling on his feet. Elliott lifts his skirt to see glass slippers reflected in the moonlight.

"I forgot the outfit,"

"Mother, are these…shoes made out of glass?"

"Well, they are very popular back in my realm," Amelia huffed. "Well, let me try again."

Amelia breathed as she waved her wand, and purple fairy dust surrounded Elliott. His dirty rags transformed into an off-shoulder midnight blue gown with stars embroidered down to the hem and a black sash around his waist. Around his neck was a choker of the same color with a butterfly in the center, diamond earrings, and black gloves to replace the old gloves. His hair was fresh in the curled hairstyle, and the flower pin became a rose.

Elliott gasped as he saw himself in the reflection of the fountain. He twirled to examine himself; he was deemed unrecognizable to himself.

"Is tis really me?"

"Yes, it is," Amelia grinned. "Oh, my sweet son. You look just as beautiful as the day you were born."

"Really? You always said that about me."

"Because it's true," Amelia whispered.

"This is like a dress you made when I was younger," Elliott reminisces.

"Oh, dress-making is much better when you have a wand with no needles hitting your skin," Amelia joked. "Now, come on! We need to get you to that ball!"

Elliott gasped as his mother pushed him toward the carriage, and coachmen helped him inside.

"Thank you for everything." Elliott smiles.

"You are very welcome," Amelia grinned. "Now, I do have to warn you about one think about magic."

"Go on,"

"This is not permanent; the magic ends once the midnight's clock strikes the last and third time." Amelia warned. "But you go and have fun."

Elliott smiled as the carriage rode away. He gulped and looked over at the town. He watched the carriage stop at the entrance as he approached the castle.

Elliott gulped and walked out of the carriage and up the stairs to see the guards staring down at him. This made him feel oddly conscious, so he kept moving, ignoring the evil stares. He looked around, trying to remember how to get into the ballroom, and the music led him towards it.

Elliott watched as Chandler looked bored, his eyes gazing away from the ladies who tried to wow him, but his yawns showed.

"This ball is such a bad idea," Kim whispered to Samantha.

"Oh, but this is so entertaining," Samantha laughed. "He will find the one, but let me enjoy his boredom for a few more minutes.

On the far right, Elizabeth is fixing her daughter's clothes and hair. "Now, remember what I taught you: be poised and graceful, and try to entertain the prince."

With that, she pushed her daughters towards Chandler, who looked displeased when they approached.

"Oh, how delightful, the childhood bullies come by," Chandler snidely remarked.

"Please don't be like that, your highness," Ruby spoke with a curtsy. "We have changed since then."

"I don't really believe you, but I will let this slide as this is an important ball," Chandler rolled his eyes and bowed.

"You are embarrassing us," Emerald said, pulling her sister away. "I am truly sorry about my sister, my prince."

"Don't." Chandler glared down at them.

But the gasps around him caught Chandler's attention, and a beautiful figure walked in and looked around. Chandler felt himself staring and slowly walked past the girls. He rushed towards the mysterious figure and grabbed her hand.

"You came," Chandler gasped.

"…Of course I did," Ashe giggles.

"Well, since you are here," Chandler bowed and raised his hand towards Ashe. "May I have this dance?"

Ashe blushes and smiles, "Of course."

Chandler carefully led Ashe towards the ballroom floor, and with one bow to each other, they started to dance. Everyone stopped to watch them, and many whispers surrounded them.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but she is stunning."

"Do you think she's a princess?"

"I doubt it," Elizabeth scoffed. "She doesn't seem like one."

"But look her, Ms. Dior," the man stammered next to her. "Her eyes to her hair, she must be royalty, or at least a lady in waiting."

"And look at our prince," sighed an elderly woman. "He's smitten by her. It's his eyes, Ms. Dior. It's the same one that my husband gave me when we first met."

"Do we know her, Mother?" whispered Emerald.

"Yes, do we?" Ruby added.

"I don't know, girls. The man didn't call a name," Elizabeth groaned. "But I am interested. Who is she?"

Back at the dance floor, Chandler pulled Ashe even closer.

"I've been waiting for you ever since the day," Chandler whispered. "I thought I had lost you too. But you being here makes me so happy."

"I didn't know you missed me so," Ashe looked down.

"Of course I did. You listened to me and actually let me get all my emotions and thoughts out without giving me your opinion. You let me process and talk. And that's something I like in a person."

"Patience?"

"A lot of it," Chandler laughed. "Should we go somewhere a little more private? Just the two of us?"

"Sure, lead the way."

Everyone watched as Chandler took the girl's hand and walked away, which gave everyone else the room to dance with each other. Elizabeth looked appalled and looked forward.

"Why that little tease," she hissed. "Girls, I suggest you follow them. If she is what people say she is, you wouldn't have a chance.."

Emerald grabbed Ruby's hand, rushed past the many guards, and followed them into the gardens, staring at Chandler and the mysterious women. They followed them as the two lovebirds started to conversate.

"You look positively beautiful," Chandler complimented. "You look like you are glowing. Pardon me for saying this, but it looks like you came from the moon itself."

"Do I?" Ashe whispered. "I…I was told I was born underneath one. So I guess that counts for something?"

"I'm sure it does, my dear." Chandler smiles. "You know, this ball was for me to find a woman to marry and became king, but I couldn't. Not with someone I never loved."

"You must've felt stuck, didn't you?"

"Oh, in a little box," Chandler emphasized. "But you opened it, and I couldn't be happier."

Ashe giggles as Chandler twirled her in the air.

"You sent me a personal invitation, after all, but," Ashe paused. "How did you know where I lived?"

"When you passed out, I found a nearby mansion that I recognized, and a mysterious woman helped her with magic. I thought that night was a dream, but seeing another purple butterfly was a miracle. I knew it wasn't a dream and you seem to have a guardian angel looking after you."

"That does answer my question."

"But I also know that I couldn't ever forget about you."

Chandler carefully grabbed Ashe's waist, and his hand held her face as he kissed her. Ashe stiffened briefly before softly kissing back, her arms linking behind Chandler, refusing to let them go. No matter what happened around them, they only knew the warmth of each other, and that warmth never ended as they pulled away, looking into each other's eyes.

"I-I have something to tell you," Ashe whispered, still blushing.

"You don't have to tell me anything," Chandler smiles, kissing his cheek. "….I know it's you, Elliott.."

Elliott's eyes widened, and he pulled away. "You do…!?"

"Of course I knew," Chandler chuckled, holding Elliott close again. "Who else had green eyes that looked like a meadow in the spring? I wonder hy you lied to me, but what I can tell is that right now, it doesn't matter to me. Not at all."

"It doesn't?"

"No. It doesn't," Chandler smiles again. "I have you back, and I will not be losing you again."

"I…there's so much I want to tell you," Elliott gasped, trying to hide his tears. "I was so scared and I found you…I was scared of what you will think of me like that. I wasn't the person I was before.."

"I do remember," Chandler sighed. "But you think some dust on your face would make you unrecognizable? Not me. Elliott, we were best friends like our mothers were. I know you like flowers. Nothing was going to hide you from me."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. And another thing, I remember I made a certain promise," Chandler looked around before getting down on one knee and presenting a diamond ring to Elliott. "I promised that I would marry you and only you one day."

Elliott couldn't hide his reaction; his eyes were shocked but teary.

"Elliott, from the words of a 5 year old me, will you marry me and be with me forever?"

Elliott managed a laugh. "You are still such a goofball, like the one I have met years ago. And like that day…Yes, I will, Chandler."

Chandler smiles and grabs Elliott's hand, sliding the ring into his finger.

"I waited for that for a long time," chuckled Chandler, giving Elliott another kiss, which was happily reciprocated. "I love you, Elliott and I cannot let you leave me again."

"I wish I could stay," Elliott whispered against his lips. "But I suppose you know what happened."

"Not all of it," Chandler admitted.

The two talked, ignoring the claps of high heels behind them.

"I love you too," Elliott smiles. "I am so happy to be with you now, and I hope forever."

Chandler grinned and slowly pulled Elliott towards him, and they started to dance again. Elliott was so in bliss that he ignored the calls of the midnight clock. After the second one, Elliott looked up with Chandler.

"What time is it?" Elliott whispered.

"Midnight."

"What?!" Elliott gasped and rushed out of the gardens, not looking back.

✨✨✨

"Mother!" called out Emerald. "Mother! That women! That's actually Elliott!"

"It's true, Mother!" Ruby added.

"Girls," Elizabeth huffed. "It's not a ladylike to lie; it corrupts your mind."

"But Mother," Emerald whined.

"No buts," Elizabeth scowled. "That boy is at the house cleaning like the maid he's supposed to be. And indeed, I would've recognized him if I did see him the crowd."

The women watched as Ashe rushed away, with Chandler following behind.

"Please don't go!" He called out.

But his cries were in vain as he watched Elliott rush faster. A clink was heard, but Elliott went forward, not looking back.

Chandler stopped and saw a glass slipper before him, barely broken by the stone beneath him.

"Wow," he whispered, picking it up and looking over. "I'll find you, I promise.."

Elliott watched as Chandler walked back inside the castle, now back in his old rags, holding the other glass slipper in his hand. He looked back again before following a butterfly home, usually humming happily.

He returned to a surprisingly clean mansion, and his mother was cleaning alongside the purple butterflies.

"Welcome home, my dear," Amelia giggled. "How was it?"

"Oh, it was so wonderful," Elliott swooned. "I saw Chandler again, and we danced throughout the night and he even asked me to marry him."

"Like he always wanted?" Amelia teased.

"Oh, it was much better," Elliott giggled, looking down at his ring. "But I had to run because of that midnight rule."

"I'm sorry," Amelia sighed. "It's because that magic cannot travelled through the next day unless you are higher up."

"It's alright, mother, I still had fun," Elliott smiles.

Amelia and Elliott continued to talk until a horse's neigh got them up. Elliott quickly hid his ring in his pocket and handed the slipper to his mother, and she disappeared, leaving a tea set with a kettle full of tea and small cookies alongside it.

Elliott quickly looked at himself and fixed his rags before opening the door opening the door only to be hit by each individual jacket by each of the family, who was annoyed.

"Oh, you three are here early," Elliott remarked, handing each jacket up.

"See, girls," Elizabeth smiled. "Elliott has been here this entire time. Or else this house wouldn't be so clean. Ugh, I can't believe my daughters have become such liars."

"Your baths are ready," Elliott announced.

"Ugh, that's what I needed," Elizabeth sighed and walked up the stairs.

"Oh, you must feel so clever," Emerald mocked, walking around Elliott.

"That I cleaned this house for three hours without much of a break?" Elliott chuckled. "I do feel clever."

"Trying to seduce the prince with your feminine charms." Ruby scoffed. "We know it was you at that ball, but Mother doesn't believe us."

"Because I wasn't there," Elliott reminded. "And you two should get going before your baths get cold. I know how much you girls hated cold baths."

Emerald and Ruby watched as Elliott walked back into the kitchen.

"Ugh, such a suck up," Emerald complained. "I mean, we saw that it was him, right?"

"Yes, it was! Even the Prince knew so," Ruby spoke up. "But how do we get Mother to believe us?"

"Who knows."

Elliott watched as the twin girls walked back upstairs and sighed.

"They were so close," Elliott sighed as he began to wash the dishes. "I need to be careful, but how can I after such a beautiful night."

✨✨✨

Elliott yawns as he rests his head on his pillow. "Such an amazing night, but I need to sleep."

Elliott looks over at the engagement ring and smiles as he closes his eyes to start dreaming again.

✨✨✨

Morning arose as Elliott cooked breakfast as usual. He hummed softly to himself and tried to make some tea. It was a typical morning, but he couldn't stop daydreaming about the previous night. It was a miracle that he managed to hide from the rest of the family.

"Hmm," Emerald sat down, trying to look into Elliott.

"Breakfast is ready," Elliott yawned. "Please enjoy."

"I do not see this going well," Ruby yawns. "Must be a ploy to get us to lose our guard."

"Nonsense of the sort," Elliott said. "I already told you that I have no way of getting into that ball, and I have no transport or a dress either."

"OH, but that means their must be way!"

"No way."

Their discussion ended as Elizabeth rushed into the dining room, holding a paper in her hands.

"Ladies! Listen to this! Prince Chandler has announced that the women who fits the mysterious glass slipper will become his bride and his Queen! And he will be here soon! So get ready!"

Elizabeth grabbed the girls and rushed out the door. "Ashes! You better clean this house until it's sparkles!"

"Yes, ma'am," Elliott groaned. "Nothing pleases me more than being with your little maid, and clean after a three hour clense yesterday."

"You are so sweet."

Elliott rolled his eyes.

✨✨✨

"I can't believe you found him!" Angel laughed. "And you asked him to marry you! But where does he live?"

"Oh, don't worry, I know where he lives," Chandler grinned. "So it'll be much easier to pick him up and sweep him off his feet simply."

"Ah! I can't wait to see him again," Angel gushed. "I just want to give him a big hug."

"I want you to be ready," Yuki said. "The carriage will be ready in a few minutes, and you still have some bedheads."

"Hey! This is what my hair looks like normally," pouted Chandler. "And we are both dressed."

"I even did some makeup for the ocassion," Angel added. "And I did okish for once."

"Okay, okay," Yuki laughed. "Come on! We should get going then."

The trio walked down to the carriage and entered it. Chandler spoke happily, hoping to see Elliott again, telling Kim and Angel about their time last night, the kiss, and the proposal.

"And then we danced until midnight struck and ran away," Chandler concluded. "Perhaps it's a curfew thing but after what happened years ago I doubt it."

"But why have there been rumors that he has passed away?" Yuki inquired. "It simply doesn't make any sense to lie. The Beauforts are the most influential family of all time, and their loss was taken badly. Lady Dior better have a good reason."

"Or none at all," Angel spoke. "She must've wanted to keep Elliott hidden from society."

"But that also makes me question why?" Chandler hummed. "I mean, why lie about someone's death?"

"To get their inheritance?!" Angel gasped. "Oh! That must be it!"

Chandler and Yuki stared at Angel momentarily but couldn't deny such a reasonable claim.

"Only one way to find out, right?" Chandler chuckled nervously.

Everyone agreed as the carriage parked in front of the Beaufort Mansion. The coachman opened the door, allowing Chandler, Yuki, and Angel to walk out and stare at the mansion.

"Okay, remember, we have to do every maiden," Yuki reminded them, holding out the glass slipper. "Before we get to Elliott. To avoid suspicion."

"Oh, please, since when have we been suspicious?"

"You failed to steal your father's desserts all the time," Chandler remarked.

"H-hey,…that's my dad so he doesn't count," Angel pouted as she grabbed her horn.

"I suggest we do that when we knock on the door," Yuki recommended, but a blow of Angel's horn made her sigh. "Nevermind."

Chandler chuckled as he knocked on the door, which immediately swooped open, revealing Lady Dior and her daughters.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Lady Dior grinned. "Please, come in, come in. You must've traveled a long way to get here."

"Oh, it's not that a long way," Chandler stammered.

"Your Highness," swooned Ruby. "I am honored to have you hear in our home. I hope you enjoyed our desserts, and our tea."

"That we made," Emerald added.

"Girls," Lady Dior mumbled but cleared her throat. "Please, sit and eat. Then we can get started."

Chandler, Yuki, and Angel sat down, watched the girls take trays from the kitchen, and set them down in front of them.

"Thank you, ladies," Chandler smiled. "You seem very prepared."

"Of course, we heard that you were on the way," giggled Emerald, pushing Angel aside to sit by Chandler. "I heard you were coming and I thought why not bake for my future husband."

"Uh, that's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?" gulped Chandler, sipping his tea.

"Hey!" Ruby huffed and pushed Yuki aside. "We both made it! And he's not your future husband, he's mine!"

"Unless either of you fits this glass slipper, none of you are his future wife," Yuki said firmly. "So, please, let us start with this process before this turns ridiculous."

"I have to agree, girls," Elizabeth spoke softly. "Please, Emerald, take a seat so we can begin."

Emerald glares at Kim as she sits on the chair, presenting her foot towards Kim.

Yuki sighed before grabbing the slipper and tried to put the shoe on, but it was mainly dangling by the toe, and Kim took it off.

"Yeah, it seems like your foot is way to small," Yuki spoke. "I mean, it's was hanging on."

"I took a nice hot bath, so my feet must've shrunk!" Emerald protested. "Try again later."

"Sorry, but we are on a certain time limit," Angel failed to smile. "We have to go on."

Emerald huffed and stood up, letting Ruby sit down. Yuki had a different problem: Ruby's foot was too big for the slipper, and if it stayed on even longer, it might've cracked.

"Yeah, after dancing with the prince, my feet was so sore," Ruby laughed, trying to grab the shoe from Yuki. "Don't worry, it'll shrink later."

Elizabeth groaned, her face in her hands.

"I don't have all day," Chandler groaned. "Alright, it seems like your daughters don't fit this glass slipper, Lady Dior. Do you have anyone else living here?"

"Oh no," Elizabeth shook her head. "I have no one else here. It's just been me and my daughters ever since my late husband and stepson died in that boating accident years ago."

"Wow, she's really digging into her lie," Angel whispered to Yuki, who nodded in agreement.

Chandler coughed momentarily before speaking again, "May I use your restroom before we depart?"

"Of course, it's just upstairs and you will know once you past the golden pot." Elizabeth explained.

Chandler nodded before going to the stairs. But before he stepped on the first stair, he heard distant humming from beneath. Someone was singing in the basement.

"Are you sure there is no one else here?" Chandler asked again as he headed towards the basement, but Emerald stopped him.

"We are pretty sure," She awkwardly grinned. "Do you need help finding the bathroom?"

"I think he would want me to show him," Ruby protested.

"Ladies, I am quite sure I heard someone else in that basement."

Chandler pushed past them to open the door, but it opened to reveal a filthy Elliott, covered in cinders and ashes, holding a cloth and a bucket of water.

"Stepmother," he called out, "I have…." Elliott's voice soon disappeared as his eyes met with Chandler, as they had the previous night. "…finished my chores."

It was a mere moment, but Elliott soon found himself in Chandler's arms, and the laughing Prince was twirling him, happy to see Elliott again. He didn't care about the dirt that covered his love as Chandler hugged and kissed Elliott.

"Chandler..!" Elliott gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"For you, obvious," Chandler answered.

"What?!" Everyone gasped.

"Yeah, I kinda knew about him," Chandler chuckled. "And he's the one I want to marry."

"But he can't possibly be the one," scoffed Elizabeth. "He was here and not at the ball last night."

"How about we prove it?" Yuki suggested.

Yuki set Elliott down on the chair and raised his foot. With a simple slip, the glass sipper was on Elliott's feet, not slipping or cracking.

"The perfect fit," Yuki concluded.

"Like I said," Chandler beamed, pulling Elliott up. "I knew it."

"But how!?" Elizabeth gasped. "That's impossible!"

"And look at him! Completely filthy," Emerald mocked. "No way a prince like you would fall for a mess like him."

"Underneath all of that dirt, I see such a beautiful person," Chandler cooed, wiping the dirt on his face. "And someone who still maintain such a beautiful heart throughout it all."

"I forgot how romantic you used to be," Elliott chuckled.

"And regardless on what he looks like, I love him. And forever will." Chandler professed. "Now, if you ladies will excuse us, I will take my actual future husband and leave."

Chandler ignored the Diors' protests, and with their hands intertwined, he and Elliott walked out of the mansion.

"Elliott!" screamed Angel, taking her old friend into a big hug. "Oh, I missed you so much!"

"What happened to you?" Yuki spoke up.

"It's a long story, but right now, I need to get something else."

Elliott rushed back inside, and after a short while, he returned with the second glass slipper on his right shoe and a snow globe in his hands.

"I had to get the rest of my stuff," Elliott smiled.

"Now come on," Chandler grinned. "Mother is waiting for us."

Elliott looked back at his old, cursed home. He wanted to miss it, but he hated it now. He hated how many bad memories surrounded it from the moment his mother died, but he also knew how much his mother loved it, and he was saddened that he couldn't love it anymore.

"It's alright, my dear," he heard a silvery, sweet voice say. "Go. You have a new life now."

Elliott looked down at his snow globe and saw the ice figure within wink at him. This gave him the steps he had made towards the carriage, and he wasn't looking back anymore.

✨✨✨

Elliott jumped as the fireworks boomed into the air, but he didn't feel the fear within his newlywedded husband's arms. He watched as the fireworks transformed into stars that fell upon them.

"You know," Chandler smiles. "You look just as beautiful as the stars here."

"Me? I was thinking about you," Elliott flirted.

"Oh, have you?" Chandler laughed, bringing Elliott close. "I can't wait for what our future awaits us, Elliott. I finally found you, and now I can't stop thinking about what it lies for us."

"In all honestly, I lost all hope," Elliott admitted. "But you are here now, and I feel all the hope you gave me. I want to see what our future shows, even if I have to wait for a moment."

"Then we shall wait togehter."

"Together."

And Elliott lived happily ever after.

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