The Slipper and the Rose: The Story of Cinderella Page #7

You see,

I was expecting--

I can't tell you

what I was expecting.

But whatever

happens afterwards,

I shall always remember

this moment.

And you must take my present

happiness to make you happier.

Take it...

With all my heart,

for I give it with

all my heart.

There's a secret kingdom

all my own

with no castles and no

vassals and no throne

just two subjects,

you and me

in my private

monarchy

where the king is love

and love alone

in that secret

kingdom that you see

should the make-believe

become reality

with no scepter

in your hand

no dominion

to command

would you be content

with only me?

What is a song

that's never sung?

What is a heart that's never

thrilled to be young?

What is a dream that

can't come true?

What is my life to me

without m'! Love for you?

If that secret kingdom's

ours to share

I could never wish for

more, for you'd be there

just two subjects,

you and me

in our private

monarchy

all alone together

we would love forever

in our secret kingdom

far away somewhere

ahem.

Your royal

highness?

Yes? What is it?

His majesty

requests an audience

with the princess

incognita.

Please

tell my father

we'll be happy to

grant his request.

You frightened her,

you fool!

Wait !

Come back!

Come back.

Rainbows raced

around the room

when he danced

with me

shooting stars

began to zoom

when he danced

with me

in his arms

I was ascending

my world became

a magic blending

of dreams

and hopes and love

when he danced

with me

though this lovely night was

only a fantasy

and I know tonight is

all there will ever be

dancing

in his arms forever

my heart

will never be free

'dreaming of the night

he danced with me

rainbows raced

around the room

when she danced

with me

shooting stars

began to zoom

when she danced

with me

in her arms

I was ascending

at last I saw

that perfect blending

of dreams

and hopes and love

when she danced

with me

could it be that she was

only a fantasy?

Could it be tonight is

all there will ever be?

Dancing

in her arms forever

my heart

will never be free

dreaming of the night

she danced with me

'dreaming of the night

she danced with me

Cinderella!

Where is

that wretched girl?

Cinderella!

Yes, stepmother?

There you are.

Why do you not come

when I call?

I want a weak

infusion of tea.

My head is fit

for cracking.

Good morning,

mama.

Morning, mama.

Bring

the breakfast.

Immediately,

cinderella.

I wasn't able

to sleep.

Oh, oh, the excitement

of last night!

Not on the bed,

my precious.

You would

have been amazed.

Your stepsisters

were a triumph.

Had it not been for the late arrival

of that mysterious princess,

I feel sure the prince would have made

his choice between my two angels.

What princess was that?

Nobody seemed to know.

He seemed quite

taken with her,

but then, men always

go for the obvious.

Oh, yes.

I mean, she was not

that pretty...

Striking, perhaps.

Don't

forget m'! Breakfast.

Breakfast.

Think, mama--

we were actually

there at the castle.

Where you belong,

my dear.

I wonder what the

prince is doing today?

I'll tell you what the prince

is going to do today.

The prince is going to exercise

his royal prerogative for once.

Leave us.

No, stay. I want you

to hear this.

I'm sick and tired of being

treated like some village idiot!

I'm glad you

stayed to hear that.

After all, he is the

heir to the throne.

Father, you're the one who

treats me like an idiot.

You arrange a

bride-finding ball.

Against my better judgment,

I fall in with your plans.

I play my part.

I greet, I'm polite,

I dance with, I flatter,

I conceal my boredom from half a dozen

twittering maidens of blue blood.

In short, I fulfill my side

of the bargain.

True. I can 't

fault him there.

And then, by some miracle, I

find the lady of my choice,

and what happens?

You frighten her away!

A search has been made,

your royal highness.

Is being made

even as we speak.

Our police--

our police, father, couldn't

find a missing haystack,

let alone a needle.

How could she disappear

without a trace?

Do we not have frontiers,

customs posts, guards?

We have customs,

of course.

Valuable source

of revenue.

And most people say that our

policemen are wonderful.

This is apparently the only

clue we have, and I found it.

It's remarkably dainty.

Exactly.

It's unique...

Like its vanished owner.

Therefore, we must use it.

Whoever fits the slipper

must fit the bill!

He's right.

He's right!

Whoever fits this slipper

shall marry my son!

Your majesty, you have

solved the problem.

Quite so.

Now, we must act--

uh, you must act.

Um, this slipper

must be taken

to every stranger

of note in the land.

This really is--

it really is

very dainty.

Um, the young lady

arrived incognita

but must obviously be

of some consequence.

She cannot remain

unknown forever.

A proclamation

is required, sire.

Yes. Draft it

immediately.

Be it known that it is

our royal will

to find the owner of

this charming, uh"

half the size

of your mother's--

this glass slipper,

et cetera, et cetera.

You'd better

take it with you.

Very disturbing.

Hmm. I'm proud

of you, Edward.

By royal command

of his majesty the king,

know this--

that whosoever shall try on

this slipper

and find it a perfect fit,

then, by royal decree,

she shall be given

in marriage

to his royal highness

the prince Edward of euphrania,

heir to the throne.

God save the king!

Push! Push!

Oh, I am pushing, mama!

It doesn't fit.

Let me try.

Ooh...

Now, push hard!

Have you found her?

Any sign of her at all?

And you?

And you?

Sir?

Hmm?

I don't care

what anyone says.

I know she exists.

The slipper

will remain there

as a monument to

my lost love.

How absurd life is.

Down there, everything

is so simple.

People meet,

fall in love,

marry,

and have children.

I daresay

they envy me here.

I'm told envy of princes

is a common enough thing.

3 months,

6 days, 10 hours.

That's how long it's been

since last I saw her.

What torture love is!

Yes.

Oh, how selfish of me.

Forgive me, John.

Have you seen

your lady Caroline?

Oh, yes...

Infrequently.

What torture love is.

You see, sir, if my father

were a chancellor...

How easy it would be

the lovely

lady Caroline

would be a proper

wife, you see

but my father

was a servant

and my mother

same as he

so the lady

of my choosing

is a world away

from me

that's how it is

and how it was

and how it

always shall be

position

and positioning

are socially

conditioning

how you're born,

how you're bred

predetermine

who you wed

which means there's

nothing changeable

nothing's

rearrangeable

position

and positioning

are everything

in life

farmers' daughters

marry cow herds

that's acceptable

and right yes.

But absurd

and quite unheard of

is a milk maid

and a knight

I quite agree

he quite agrees

she quite

agrees

that's how it

always shall be

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