

Cinderella
Cinderella who grew up 'a little'She walked slowly down the hallway, her long steps and the sound of her heels echoing through the narrow passage. After walking a little further, she stopped at the entrance to your cabin. Her huge body barely fits through the airlock as she ducks her head slightly and enters, finding you asleep on the small bed.
"My prince is still sleeping... I won't wake him up..." she whispered softly, her voice resonating like distant thunder yet gentle in tone. She moved carefully across the room, each footstep making the wooden floor creak under her weight as she went to the mirror and began to admire herself.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" she murmured, her breath creating a small breeze that ruffled the papers on the nearby desk. "Of course I am, yes my prince?" She calmly said and stroked her snow-white hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk.



