Oh, well. What's a royal ball? [PG-13]

Titel: Oh, well. What's a royal ball?
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfiction
Antal kapitel hittills: One-shot (Alltså, ett)
Färdigskriven: Ja
Rating: PG-13. Ovårdat språk och omnämnade av sex. Håll dig borta om du är rädd om din innocence.
Beskrivning:
Min Askungen-fanfic var en gammal skoluppgift, orginalet är long gone, men nu hittade jag den översatta versionen i mitt arkiv på en hemsida jag glömt att jag var registrerad på. Det är en one-shot, alltså kommer det inga fler delar, men jag vill gärna höra era kommentarer.



And what happened when 'happily ever after' was over?











By the time that you are reading this I have left you. And I don't think that it should be that big of a surprise to any of you. My life was supposed to be perfect, no more Cinderella this, Cinderella that, never more cheap dresses made by mice and never again lack of respect. Love, silk and gold in plenty, that's what I said yes to.
Haha, oh naive little me; it wouldn't be long until I realized what a freak show your court is.

Mother-in-law, your constant inputs on my appearance made my life sour from the very beginning. Did you really need to ruin me? Was it actually necessary to tear my innocent joy apart with that sharp tongue of yours? And when you finally fucked my mind up and I wanted to be seen with respect and shivering lips, then it was all ruined, all too late. Fairy Godmother wanted nothing to do with who I'd become. And could you really judge her? Everything just went downhill since that dream wedding.

Prince Charming, our wedding night was a disappointment. You fired me up as hell during the night that we first met, but now a couple of years later, I've realized that you were never all that great. You just happened to be the first man to touch me since father passed away; of course there were sparks flying.
To be honest, the only lust I felt upon seeing you nude was to go to the media about you, imagine all the girls heartbroken about never have waltzed with you, they cry themselves to sleep over the prince they never got. I could cure them, but I never did. We all try so hard, crying women and adoring children is our goal, our facade is beautiful and I'd only lose on cracking it.
But maybe I was the only one believe in this prestige anyway? Apparently, the money and status calls out for some too, I've learned. Oh, naive little me. Did you know, Mother-in-law, that your husband is sleeping with Anastasia, my step sister? Oh, I bet you did (by the way, I was the one guilty of stealing some of those tranquillisers you hide in your bathroom). But Queen, did you know that he fucks Drizella too? No offence, Father-in-law, but admit it Queen, he isn't God in human form exactly.
But I guess it feels good to the girls too, I mean. He has both status and gold. Oh, naive little me.

I apologize for exposing you like this, Father-in-law, it's not like you're the worst one in this miserable crowd. You having mistresses in your own son's age could be much more disturbing than what it is now, now I have some perspective. I'm sorry darling, but I'm gonna push you into the spotlight again. Prince Fuckin' Charming is gay. It never really surprised me to find my husband kneeling in front of The Grand Duke. Oh that was by the way about when Fairy Godmother left me to rot, I can't judge her but... I don't think she should've judged me. I mean, what should I have done?
What's a princess to do whose second half is turned on by fat old men, and when almost her whole court is made up of fat old men who certainly doesn't turn her on? That's right, I'd rather buy a body than using someone between these walls for my needs. That's exactly what I did. But oh, don't worry about scandals, Fairy Godmother was understanding for a while, temporary plastic surgery for the win, for visits at the back streets. Remember those weeks I never got home before midnight? I got my face back at twelve o' clock. But as I mentioned, she got fed up and that was the end of my Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. I'm sorry Mother-in-law, I was the one stealing your make-up as well.

Prince Charming, your Grand Duke is unfaithful to you. That's right Queen, you didn't really think you'd get away this easily, did you? Ah well. That was a parenthesis, no yummy details here. I just wanted to spit some shit back at you, Mother-in-law, you know. Your story is quite innocent compared to some others', and considering who you're married to, you, as your son, has a thing for men with curves the Grand Duke is a real catch, right? None of those pathetic attempts to dirty talk. I'm sorry to say it King, but my stepsisters blush from greed. Not excitement of your throbbing man flesh.

Concerning the Grand Duke, I have to admit he's quite interesting. One of the very few parts I'll miss leaving this life. The Grand Duke with Prince Charming, The Grand Duke with Mother-in-law, The Grand duke with our head maid, to be honest I was even waiting for my own turn a while - he could impossibly be worse with women than what my husband is - but after spending a few glorious nights with my then to-be favourite manwhore I stopped thinking like that. You know what, Royal Family? You'd earn even more through a reality show than taxes.

But then again, that'd crack your facade.

Yours truly,
Cinderella