Prompt: "Cinderella went to the ball to kill the prince."
"Do you really think we would risk you attending the ball, Cinderella?" Her stepmother hissed. She ran her hand over her tightly laced, pearl adorned gown.
Each of her stepsisters were only half listening. Their thoughts were clouded by their own selfish desires. They were delusional to think they had a chance to catch the princes eye, but it did not surprise Cinderella. Their loyalty was never to this weak excuse of a family.
But why would they? They had not seen their families reign within the royal court. They hadn't tasted the power and riches that followed. They didn't know her father's total commitment to protect what was theirs or the cost they both paid with the loss of her mother.
She would attend the ball. She was convinced her plan would work.
The ball was her battlefield, her simple dress and mask her armor, and the glass slippers her weapons, ready to land a killing blow. Strategically taking his life would shatter the court and leave an opening for her family to slither themselves back in.
"If you are caught, our plan is ruined," Stepmother droned on.
The night would end with the prince dead.
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