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Dearest Cinderella
Book: Dearest Cinderella Read Online Free
Author: Sandra M. Said
Tags: Romance, Magic, Regency, love, Royal, Fairytale, cinderella, Prince, fairygodmother
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What if he turned out to
be not what he said? What if he realised she was not what she said?
Questions flew through her mind at a dizzying rate. Her attachment
to him had grown such that his letters were often her favourite
part of the day. She took a step, then halted. Took another step,
heard a masculine laugh through the clearing, stopped dead. I am
not scared, she told herself. I am simply cautious. She took three
quick deep breaths, stiffened her spine and marched into the
clearing, heart in her throat, to meet her Jon.

    CHAPTER
    FOUR

    Instead of seeing one man by the
tree, she saw three. Judging by their clothing they certainly
weren't gentlemen. Without thinking, Cinderella marched straight
into their sight and said,
    "Would one of you gentlemen
happen to be Jon?" They looked at each other then burst into
raucous laughter. She waited for their laughter to stop before
sighting what one of them held in their hands. Her diary. "Please
would you give that back? It's private." This was responded to with
more equally loud laughter.
    Foolishly, Cinderella, seeing
the man dangling her diary loosely in his hand, lost all sense and
lunged for the diary. In the last moment the man drew the diary to
his chest and Cinderella fell in a heap behind them. Collectively
they turned to her, their faces losing all laughable qualities and
turning menacing. A stroke of fear sliced her heart as they came
closer, drawing a shadow on her person. She looked up fearfully as
they continued to smile down on her.
    "She'll fetch a pretty price
with a face like that, eh?" His friends seemed to agree with him as
they picked her thrashing body up off of the ground and took her
arms. Looping them through their own arms and sweeping her off of
the ground so that her swinging feet no longer touched the forest
floor.
    "Let me free!" She tried to pull
her arms out of theirs, her shoulders were beginning to ache as a
result of her body's burden. As they came out from the edges of the
forest Cinderella felt the distinct sharpness of a blade spiking
into her right hip.
    "Quiet now, missy, we're going
to take you into town, hand you over to the nice man and we won't
hear a peep out of you. Ya hear me?" The thug needn't have warned
her to keep her mouth shut for fear had a hold of her words and was
reluctant to return them. As they reached town the thugs dropped
her so that she was forced to walk next to one of them, the knife
wielder, so that they didn't attract any suspicion. Hopelessly,
Cinderella tried to catch the eyes of anyone walking by, trying to
convey to them that she was in trouble, that she needed help. She
cursed her diary, cursed Jon, and cursed everything that had led
her to this fear stricken moment. They made a few sharp turns until
Cinderella saw someone that made her almost trip before the thug
caught her by the arm. It was Nurse Fairgem. Her Nurse Fairgem. The
woman who had raised her. She couldn't believe her eyes. Nurse
Fairgem coming out of a Modiste, carrying rolls of linen in her
arms and hurrying across the road away from her. The instinctive
need to call out to her nurse clawed through Cinderella but she
remained quiet. The idea of accidentally putting her nurse in the
path of danger was unfathomable and absolutely would not be borne.
Helplessly she watched her enter a shop as the thugs carried her
past. She strained her neck trying to see through the stained glass
window, wanting to catch another glimpse of the woman who had been
like a mother to Cinderella through all of her youth. But she could
no longer see her. They continued walking, the man's dagger digging
deeper into her side, she was almost certain that it must have
pierced her skin by now. They were a few paces further down the
street when the unmistakable crack of a gunshot ricocheted through
the air. The men froze, forgetting her entirely and turning to face
the wielder of the gun. Giving Cinderella enough time to dart out
of their grasp before one of the men grabbed her
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