Cinderella goes to the ball to kill the prince.
“Quit that fiddling now, aren’t you supposed to be a lady?” The tall man ceases hauling me forward, frowning as I pick at my corset.
“No, I am an assassin, didn’t they tell you?”
“Cinderella is a ridiculous name for an assassin.”
“Yes well, I’m sure that becoming an assassin to escape that house was not what my parents imagine but here we are.” I offer him a smirk and stroll off, leaving him standing alone.
“Why did you take this job?” He’s caught up with me already. Damn his height, truly. It’s inconvenient to be short.
“I don’t very much like royalty, but I do like a challenge. Not that the prince will be a challenge. His father though, he’s the real prize.” I grin and he gapes at me, unsure how such cruelty comes in such a dainty little package.