Happily Ever after...Or Not...

Cinderella adjusted her head-scarf. she repositioned the mop in her thin, calloused hands, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes. sigh. she'd thought that after moving to the Castle, she'd be free from chores and live on strawberries and cream. wrong. she was working harder than before.

Prince Charming lounged on a chaise lounge, his eyes glued to the telly. a packet of Doritos rested beneath the sofa, from which Charming would periodically fish a chip and pop it into his mouth.

Cinderella glared at him. lousy lout, what had she ever seen in him? "CHARMING" she barked, arms akimbo. Charming peered meekly up at his wife. this was not good. "Y-yess, Darling?" he wished she'd move a little, she was blocking the screen. but she didn't budge. "Charming have you cleared out the Castle store-house? i asked you to do that last week you know," Cinderella asked, her eyes glinting.

Charming gulped. "Um...you did? i-i don't recall! maybe later Darling, Liverpool is playing right now..." Cinderella cut him off. "its always "later"! you never do anything i ask you. i have to do EVERYTHING in this damn castle because you're too stingy to ever hire castle staff!" "well its not exactly my fault! the Castle budjet is too low and...." Charming whined.

Cinderella cut him off again. "excuses excuses! by the way, i heard you been seeing That Woman again!" Charming began to sweat. "well err...it IS my job! she's the Brazilian ambassador and its my duty to see her!" Cinderella rolled her eyes. "uh huh and im sure you see a lot or her too! wearing that skimpy outfit, it simply DISGUSTS me!"

Charming bristled. "Honey can we discuss this later? i really want to watch this match..." Cinderella snarled. "oh you want to watch TV, do you?"

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according to the castle gardener, Prince Charming was later seen fishing a large plasma television out of the Castle moats.