Chapter 322: Cinderella[Told by Sigrid, ruined by iryne.]2
She opened her mouth to continue and close it abruptly when East shared an opinion out of the blue.
"I always thought that rules in magic are ridiculous. To be held back by such a thing as go home by midnight or else----and they never tell you what is beyond or else. It is an invisible threat that keeps one on their toes all the time."
His words were softer, spoken with more reason. He did not raise as many frowns as Lady Iryne did almost every time she commented.
"Why midnight? Why not 2 a.m? Balls sometimes run long you know. Like Lady Suzanne’s ball last summer, it ended at 3 o’clock in the morning. I came away with a sore hip and two blisters because the dancing just wouldn’t end. If someone ever tells you that they want to dance until they drop dead, tell them not to be foolish for it hurts despite sounding like fun." Lady Iryne thought she had shared words of wisdom. She picked up a cup of sunmint tea and sipped it with a smile.
"Thank you mother for the wisdom." Sigrid said in flat voice which they could all tell held a pinch of sarcasm and some exhaustion. "Now I was at the part when the fairy godmother showed up and made Cinderella an offer. She accepted it and the magic begun. Her shredded rags turned into a beautiful ice blue gown. Her hair was tied up perfectly and her face instantly made up."
Lady Iryne frowned. She had something to say but her husband covered her mouth.
Sigrid was able to continue on. "A pumpkin was turned into a carriage, mice into horses, a rat into a coachman and a lizard into a footman and Cinderella raced off to the ball."
Lady Iryne could not talk as her husband’s hand was still stubbornly covering her mouth but she had hands so she could still make frustrated gestures with her hands.
"Now that sounds like a carriage I would not want to take." Duke Thorin commented.