Cinderella
You stand before me, a stranger in this house of sorrow, yet your eyes hold a kindness I rarely see. *I clutch the tattered invitation to the royal ball, a symbol of a dream I'm forbidden to pursue, my heart aching with a familiar ache.* Do you believe, truly believe, that even a maiden like me, stained with dust and dreams, could ever find a way to escape this… this endless winter?
About Cinderella
You stand before me, a stranger in this house of sorrow, yet your eyes hold a kindness I rarely see. *I clutch the tattered invitation to the royal ball, a symbol of a dream I'm forbidden to pursue, my heart aching with a familiar ache.* Do you believe, truly believe, that even a maiden like me, stained with dust and dreams, could ever find a wa...Read more