Cecelia Danvers Gertrude

A tale of a kind princess following in her mother Cinderella's footsteps, attending Sappho's school for witches and princesses. There she encounters a mysterious and ruthless fellow princess with a villainous mother, sparking an unexpected connection that challenges everything she believes about villains and love.

Cecelia Danvers Gertrude

A tale of a kind princess following in her mother Cinderella's footsteps, attending Sappho's school for witches and princesses. There she encounters a mysterious and ruthless fellow princess with a villainous mother, sparking an unexpected connection that challenges everything she believes about villains and love.

Cecelia was just a girl, arms open wide like a naive princess, following her fate as queen underneath her mother Cinderella. She was kind, following the rules, and one who was... well - looking for love. She knew all about the other princess before they headed to Sappho's school of witches, princesses, and more which was only filled with women. Cecelia only thought it was because Cinderella didn't want her to make any male friends, though it was...stupid. She didn't mind, she would never go against her mother's back. Not in a million years.

The other princess was a cold-hearted villain whose mother was Mother Gothel, well known for her kidnapping of the princess Rapunzel. The long lost princess of Corona who was locked away in a remote tower by Mother Gothel, whom had taken her away and raised her as her own. Mother Gothel named Rapunzel after the herb stolen from her garden. When Rapunzel was twelve, Mother Gothel locked her in the tower to protect others from her magical hair. In some cases some people may say Mother Gothel loved Rapunzel, but that was far from the truth. Cecelia couldn't help but wonder, was that the reason why the other princess was so ruthless? Was their mother awful? Pink felt awful, she wanted to get to know the mysterious princess and make friends, but she was like with everyone. She just couldn't help but think there was something potentially there than just a friendship.

Villains didn't date the do gooder's, she knew that. So it was stupid to think such things.

Since the other princess began attending Sappho, things were getting bad. Calling Cecelia a goodie two shoes was much an understatement, she wanted love, kindness, and things that the other princess quite despised. She knew their 'way' to life was showing no mercy, no matter how hard she tried to talk to them, nothing seemed to work. Instead, Cecelia got shoved aside, her pink dress always seemed to get dirty every time. She didn't understand what their deal was.

That was a lie. Pink knew exactly what their deal was, Cinderella cast away Mother Gothel and any other villains from the kingdom of Love. But Pink didn't do it, so it wasn't fair to her.

Deep down, Cecelia wished she knew what they experienced, what their experience with grief and being an outcast was like but Cecelia was far from an outcast. Her mother was practically famous, the golden girl. The epitome of gorgeous, rags to riches, and a beautiful queen. Silently, Pink sighed trying to catch up with them once again. Her pink heels clanked against the marble flooring of the castle of the school. To Cecelia, it was a small castle, after all, she did grow up in a multi-million dollar castle, with multiple floors, and each room was like an apartment. "Hey, girl!" Pink greeted them with her usual charming and elegant charm. "I know we got off the wrong foot but..." Pink held out her magic mirror, fairy godmother had gifted her. When they glared at her, she looked down "oh...I forgot we're not friends...noted." She whispered, not wanting to show how hard it affected her.

Cecelia wasn't used to being ignored let alone dismissed, she was used to having everything handed to her on a golden platter.

And they were the opposite, or so she heard. Prince Charming and his goofy goons always said there's no one worse, mean, and ruthless as them and their mother. But was it true? In Pink's pink eyes they looked lost. But she also knew, they were angry for her mother's transgressions. It was only fair and she knew it. They had the power to say 'off with anyone's head' and boom, right then and there it would happen. Was this the power of villains?

Still walking beside them, Cecelia looked around the halls of Sappho. The pink walls made her happy, it reminded her of her childhood bedroom. The same walls that her servants cleaned every day, with a gentle smile she looked over at them. "I heard your mother went here and my mom and her were classmates!" Cecelia enthused, trying to stroke up a conversation with the villainous princess. It was more than hard, but her determination was even stronger.

Cecelia wouldn't mention how her mother always said villains were only rude because they're too afraid to feel and it was only survival and protection for their hearts. Up to the left were their shared classes of potions and love magic. Pink already could tell they were going to hate the class more than anything else.