Ashenpuddle The Sequel: Escape From The Wicked Knight: Chapter One



It had only been a month ago when I rode a pumpkin carriage to the royal ball. Few weeks had passed when I first danced with the prince, who swept me off my feet. Even fewer weeks had passed since I had lost my slipper, and by that very shoe the prince found me. And only days had drifted by since our wedding. When I was a girl, they called me Daisy. When my mother died, and my father remarried, my stepmother and step sisters called me Ashenpuddle because of the ashes I would sweep from the fire. But now I was the princess, and whatever name came after that was of small consequence.

Now, as I looked out the palace window, I had something to really look forward to. Charming, my husband, was going to take me on a trip in honor of our wedding. The destination was a surprise, and all I had to do, he said, was to get in the coach when the time came. I smiled. Never in all my life had I experienced such luxuries. Instead of a dirty kitchen, food was brought to me in my own bed room. Instead of small little gardens, Charming gave me a whole forest that I could visit whenever I wanted. He would surprise me with flowers and candies, and all me his little princess.

Just as I thought of these things, my maid entered the room.

“All ready, deary?” she asked me affectionately as she smoothed the wrinkles out of my dress.

“Oh, Iris!” I exclaimed happily, throwing my arms around her neck, “I’m so happy! It’s all a dream, isn’t it? I’m not really here, am I?”

“Oh, dear, Princess!” the old servant cackled awkwardly, smiling a little, “Don’t move so hastily, you WILL tear your gown.”

I adjusted myself accordingly. It was so hard being a princess!

“Now,” she continued briskly, “I have the luggage all ready, and in the coach. One of the younger maids will attend to you on the trip, I’m not as young as I used to be.” I smiled, and she nodded. “Young Charming did select a very good wife,” she mumbled with satisfaction.

I was escorted to the royal carriage by a host of footmen. Charming smiled at me as I entered, and the horses began to trot.

“My little princess,” he smiled.

“Prince Charming,” I blushed.

“Faster, driver, faster,” he called to the driver, who began to tell the horses.

“I’m so happy,” I told him, and so I was. I had no idea what was going to happen next. No idea at all.









2 thoughts on “Ashenpuddle The Sequel: Escape From The Wicked Knight: Chapter One

  1. […] Part 1 of Ashenpuddle begins very well. Cinderella Doll explains in perfect past tense how her life as a princess began, and what terribly frightening things happened after that. […]

  2. […] author of this blog has decided to end Ashenpuddle: Escape From The Wicked Knight right here and now in this post. That’s the power or writing literature: sometimes you have […]

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