“Miss, I must have your name and your papers.” Miku’s face eased into a happy smile as a soldier in a deep blue uniform approached her door. The carriage came to a stop as the first security checkpoint was reached. “Tonight you are a Cinderella, and when the clock strikes twelve, you will become a princess.”Ĭinderella’s fairy godmother never turned mice into steel and gasoline.Ĭinderella never planned to murder her Prince. New automobiles sat next to many of the curbs - a symbol of status as the industrial age continued to enrich the wealthy and drain the poor. Clean and neat, shining with gilded trims and finely paved streets. Now she rode through the wealthy districts where those close to the seat of power flaunted their money and privilege. She’d already ridden in through the slums, where poverty and strife claimed those deemed “lesser.” She glanced out the windows as she tried to make a mental image of Vedunia as it was tonight. A small tiara of flowers nestled in her hair, perpetuating what she knew to be an illusion. Her pure white gown, ruffled around the sleeves and matching the white ribbons of tying her hair into two long teal pigtails, made her appear as innocent as newly fallen snow. The sounds of the carriage wheels gliding over the streets of the grand Estmarch capital kept Miku Hatsune’s mind focused during her ride through the September moonlight.
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