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(text-style:"emboss","tall")[O]nce upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a successful merchant. He was friendly, reliable, and kind. Some might say too kind, but you, his child, wouldn't ever agree with anyone who said something like that. Father was perfect. He often went away on trips, leaving you with the house staff. Back when Mother was alive, she'd teach you how to bake and hunt and sing, but now your tutor kept you in lessons all day. You'd rather have Father around, as things were always brighter when he was home. His booming laugh echoed through the halls and he interrupted your lessons to take you riding or have you taste a new strange food from another place or to show you a new otter dam in the river. Your childhood was blessed. Alas, [[rosy childhoods always end one way or another.->start1]]

Victoria scoffed. "What a ridiculous request. I'd like three new dresses." Your other stepsister, Marigold, said, "I'd like a bracelet, please." Your stepmother smiled tightly. "A necklace of the finest rubies in the land." Father beamed at everyone. "Your wishes are my command." He put his arms around you and held you tightly. "I'll be sure to brush against something wonderful for you." He mounted his horse, and together with his employees and the loaded caravan, rode off. A month later, in the depths of winter, you received the worst news possible: he was dead. He'd died on his way home, after brushing past a tree blooming out of season with blossoms of deep gold - and loaded with venemous thorns. The rash still rested on his shoulder. [[You fell into grief.->cinders1]]

Something in your tone convinced him and he stayed. In fact, he stayed for the next trip. He sent employees in his stead and continued to reside at home. Your stepmother and stepsisters remained as they were, but home life became far more bearable with him livening it. The years passed uneventfully, and in time, a fellow merchant visited the family home. His son caught your eye, and your father took notice. A year later, when you were ready, you married the boy, and you two started your lives together. You rarely think back to that moment when your father asked you what you wanted. You got what you wanted: security, safety, and a life running down a predefined, known path. You do sometimes wonder if life could be more interesting than staying home while your loved one travels the wider world. You don't wonder for long. THE END Read again?(click:"Read again?")[(restart:)]

(set: $b1 to "false") You asked him how the business was going, but couldn't muster the energy to care about any details. It must have been visible, for he reassured you things were well despite your stepmother's interference, and passed on the firm's best wishes to you. You appreciated the thought. "We will continue without him as best we can," Mr Caldwell said. "He was greatly loved and respected." You nodded. "Thank you, Mr Caldwell." With a sombre farewell, he left, and you [[continued into the library->thingschange]].

As though there was any other choice! (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] face lit up with delight and you two embraced. You held (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] close, wondering how this was possible. How could such happiness be real? Ash, your Ash, was, somehow, in love with you, and you couldn't be happier. True, you barely knew each other, but that didn't seem to matter right now in the face of this delight. In background, your stepmother's face turned red with fury and your stepsisters were uncharacteristically silent. The guards were quiet but stayed put, separating you and Ash from them. You ignored them, preferring to look at Ash's beloved face. Naturally, the news was relayed to the castle with utmost speed. You were conveyed there shortly after it, leaving behind your family home forever. Wedding preparations were thankfully brief. You and your (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[fiancée](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[fiancé] met every day to discuss your upcoming life together. You looked forward to supporting (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] as $loverPronounIndirect royal consort, and dedicated yourself to royal etiquette and life in court. You ordered any correspondence from your stepmother and stepsisters to be thrown in the fire, and they faded from your concern, as did the family home and your former life. A newer, grander life awaited you, and you seized it eagerly. (if:$p1 is "true")[However, a small concern niggled at you throughout the preparations. The day before your wedding, you couldn't bear it any longer, and over tea with Ash, the question burst out of you: "Why me? We barely know each other, and while I consider you the most wonderful person in the world, I can't be the same for you. I'm the (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[daughter](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[son] of a merchant, and a poor excuse for one. After what you said that night, are you truly happy?" Ash beamed. "Your concern does you credit, my love. You were the only person that night who seemed to see me truly, as myself, and not my role. It's true we've only known each other a short time, but I know it in my heart that you're the one for me." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] took your hand and held it tightly. "You listened, and you cared. You'll learn that it's difficult to find a person with whom you can trust your innermost thoughts. I believe I can rule our kingdom with you at my side. There is satisfaction in fulfilling one's duty and destiny." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] smile turned wicked. "Especially with such an exceptional enticement beside me." You pressed a kiss to $loverPronounIndirect hand, wishing you could kiss (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] directly(if:(history: where its name contains "11p9")'s length is 1)[as you did in the gardens during the ball]. Alas, here in the castle, there was a certain distance to be kept before the wedding. "I will do my best to ensure your happiness," you promised. "And I yours, my love." ]You two were wed on a sunny day in the castle chapel in front of the entire court, with the notable exception of your stepmother and sisters and the inclusion of your estate's staff. The affair was threaded with the same air of excitement and anticipation you'd felt during the night of the ball. When you finally kissed your (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[wife](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[husband], your heart felt so full, you thought it might burst. You ensured new positions for your servants, and turned your back on your stepmother. To this day, you have no idea where she and your stepsisters are, and you don't care. And, of course, you and your Ash lived happily ever after. THE END Read again?(click:"Read again?")[(restart:)]

(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] face shuttered in disappointment. "I see." You hated to disappoint someone so wonderful, but you couldn't see any other reasonable answer. "I apologise," you said. "Our evening together was magical. However, we know so little of each other, and I have never aspired to such lofty heights as the royal family. I am the (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[daughter](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[son] of a merchant, and that is the sphere I know." (if:$b2 is "true")[You hesitated, then added, "My father's business is my passion and ambition. I have no place in a court, even at your Highness' illustrious side. You honour me, your Highness, but I cannot in good conscience, accept your proposal. You and the kingdom deserve a consort whose attention is undivided." ](if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] bowed $loverPronounIndirect head, mouth twisting with a heavy, sad emotion. "I understand, and respect your decision." "Thank you, your Highness," you said. Behind Ash, your stepmother stared at you, aghast. Your stepsisters' mouths gaped open, rather like fish in a pond. Behind the $loverChoice, one of $loverPronounIndirect guards coughed. "Your Highness, we should be on our way." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] rose, handing you the shoe. "I wish you the greatest happiness and success for your future." "I wish the same for you, your Highness." With that, $loverPronounDirect and her entourage swept out of the room. Your stepmother and stepsisters stood in silence as the entourage mounted and rode away from the estate. Your stepmother stepped forward, her lip curled. "You utter fool." You glared back. "Better a fool with integrity than a fool trapped in a role (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[she](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[he] can't perform." "You could have been rich and secure," she seethed. "You could have ensured our comfort for the rest of our lives. Instead you - you - you do this? Refuse the //$loverChoice//? Of all the stupidity you've displayed, this is the worst." (if:$b1 is "true")[The glass-soled shoes caught your attention. Perhaps some courage lingered in them, for you stared at them and, bolstered by your moment in the attic, reached a firm decision. You stood and faced your family. "Then I will burden you with that stupidity no longer, Stepmother." (if:$b2 is "true")[You turned and left the parlour. You returned to your room - small, poky, and depressing - and packed your meagre things into a bag, including the shoes. You put your sturdy boots on and walked through the house to the door. Your stepmother waited for you there. "Where are you going?" she demanded. "To take my place in the world," you replied. "I will lead my father's company, as he intended, and I will leave you all behind." She didn't reply. Her expression said what she couldn't, and with her seething silence at your back, you stepped through the door and out into the world. One night of wonder can do many things, and for you, it strengthened your spine. You went to Mr Caldwell's house and subsumed yourself in your father's business - //your// business. You travelled, saw a great many sights, and let the degradation of your past fade away. And did you find true love? Perhaps. That's another story for another time.](if:$b2 is "false")["Truly? Astonish me." You stood tall, shoulders straight. "My father was a merchant, and I have some idea of how he managed things. I would rather follow in his footsteps and make my own way in the world, rather than stay here and depend on you." She scoffed and turned away. You left the room, carrying the slippers, and packed a bag with your meagre possessions. You made your way out of the house and went to the village, aiming for Mr Caldwell's house. You didn't intend to take the reins over totally from him, but perhaps he knew of a role or opportunity for you elsewhere. Now that you were awakened by the gift of a wonderful evening, the notice of a $loverChoice, and the spite of your stepmother, you couldn't abide another moment under her thumb. Your father never intended this life for you, and though you couldn't see yourself as a royal consort, you couldn't let your stepmother decide for you either. You wanted to make your life your own, and this was the first step. As for what you did? That's another story for another time.]](if:$b1 is "false")[Something in you snapped and you surged to your feet. "The most stupid thing I've ever done," you snarled, "is stay here with you, treating me as though I'm dirt under your feet. Without my father, you would have nothing. Without me, you have nothing." Your stepmother sneered. "You have it wrong. Without //me//, it's //you// who have nothing. Get out." "Gladly," you replied. You left the room and packed your meagre things into a bag. The slippers were tossed at the bottom of the bag. You took a few treasures as you walked through the house, uncaring if your stepmother saw you. Now that you were awakened by the gift of a wonderful evening, the notice of a $loverChoice, and the spite of your stepmother, you couldn't abide another moment under her thumb. Your father never intended this life for you, and though you couldn't see yourself as a royal consort, you couldn't let your stepmother decide for you either. It was time to make your life your own. Outside, you walked down the garden path for the last time and reached the road. Now only two options remained before you: left into the forest, or right into the village? The choice you made, and whether you held any regrets about your choice to refuse the $loverChoice, is another story for another time.] THE END Read again?(click:"Read again?")[(restart:)]

(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] face lit up with delight and you two embraced. You held (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] close, wondering how this was possible. How could such happiness be real? Ash, //your// Ash was, somehow, in love with you, and you couldn't be happier. In the background, your stepmother's face turned red with fury and your stepsisters were uncharacteristically silent. You ignored them, preferring to look at your beloved's face. Naturally, the news was relayed to the castle with utmost speed. You were conveyed there shortly after it, leaving behind your family home forever. You sent Mr Caldwell a letter informing him of your new address and requesting his visit, and a few days later, he obliged. He congratulated you on your engagement, then with his usual brusque manner went directly to business. "You stated in your letter that you planned to continue leading the firm." "I do," you said. "I will naturally be needed here at court, and so the nature of my involvement will change." You spent a few hours discussing the changes necessary, and Mr Caldwell left with instructions to hire a new person to help with daily administration, as well as adjustments to legal papers. You sat back on the settee in your room, pleased with the conversation. A soft knock at the door revealed your (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[fiancée](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[fiancé], gently smiling at you. "Who was your visitor, who had you so enthralled and busy?" $loverPronounDirect asked. "My business partner," you replied. "I see! You intend to continue being a merchant?" As though it had ever been a question! "Of course." You stood and went to (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him], taking $loverPronounIndirect hands in yours. "I'm devoted to you and to my duty as your consort. My father's business is in my hands and is also a duty I must fulfil. That meeting was to adapt our practice so that I still oversee decisions while conducting my role as consort." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] frowned. "I see." You pulled (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] close. "What is it, my love?" "Your dedication and sense of responsibility are two things which struck me about you," $loverPronounDirect said. "You consistently delight me. I have no personal qualms about your continuing your business. However . . ." You followed $loverPronounIndirect train of thought. "It's not the done thing for a courtier to transact business." "Indeed. I worry you will face difficulties at court." You squeezed $loverPronounIndirect hands. "I care not. After living under my stepmother's thumb, I can endure anything. You are worth any censure I experience." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] didn't argue with you, but you could see $loverPronounIndirect doubt. You weren't sure how to assauge it, but you vowed that your passion wouldn't cause problems for $loverPronounIndirect reign.(if:$p1 is "true")[ "What would ease your mind?" you asked. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] sighed. "Truthfully, I'm not sure. I have lived at court all my life and know its nature well. A viper's nest would be easier to navigate." "You are the $loverChoice. One day you will be (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[queen](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[king]." You could see (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him], standing tall and proud with a crown on $loverPronounIndirect head, ruling with wisdom and fortitude. "Your life has been set to serve your people from your birth. Choosing a consort as you did was for you, not for your people and not for your courtiers. The repercussions of your choice is that your consort is a commoner with commoner pursuits." "You're not wrong." You leaned in. "My dove. You can refuse to entertain whispers and gossip. You are too sweet and gracious to remember you do have power, and you can choose to exercise it." A small smile bloomed on $loverPronounIndirect face. "You're //definitely// not wrong." The smile turned wicked. "I should like to exercise this power now." A thrill ran down your spine. "Tell me your bidding, my $loverChoice." "Kiss me." You pretended to think about it. "Before the wedding? How scandalous. However, If my $loverChoice insists, I cannot refuse." "Not your $loverChoice. Your Ash." You smiled. "My Ash." You stepped closer and pressed your mouth to (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[hers](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[his]. The kiss was gentle with a promise of more.] You two were wed on a sunny day in the castle chapel in front of the entire court. The ceremony went by in a blur, your happiness too much to bear. You didn't invite your stepmother and stepsisters, but was delighted to see the servants present and happy for you. You ensured new positions for those servants, and turned your back on your stepmother. To this day, you have no idea where she and your stepsisters are, and you don't care.(if:$p1 is "true")[ Your $loverChoice ruled $loverPronounIndirect kingdom with the wisdom and good judgement you noticed in (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] during your first meeting. While gossip about your merchant business did circulate the court at times, you and your allies ensured the gossip remained gossip and not a vicious slander. Your people loved (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] for choosing you, and you for being one of them. You divided your time between selling gems and your consort duties, and life was happy and long.](if:$p1 is "false")[ Life in the castle proved tumultuous at times, as your $loverChoice was right about $loverPronounIndirect courtiers. In time you built your group of allies at court who kept the gossip to a minimum, but not before a few overblown dramas disrupted things for your $loverChoice. At least your people loved (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] for choosing you, and you for being one of them. You divided your time between selling gems and your consort duties, and life was happy and long, despite sidelong looks and snide comments from court.] THE END Read again?(click:"Read again?")[(restart:)]

(set: $b1 to "true") "I couldn't help overhearing," you said to him. "Things at the firm proceed badly?" Mr Caldwell eyed the study door and moved away. "In truth, $playertitle, profits remain strong." His voice lowered and you leaned in to hear him better. "I hesitate to criticise her ladyship in your time of grief, but she spends more than she should." You thought of the new dresses and tapestries. "It is not my place to advise on matters of home economy," he said. "I will endeavour to run the business in line with your father's wishes. Perhaps her ladyship will accommodate in time, or profits will turn well." "You and I know that all businesses have bad years as well as good," you said. "I will see what I can do. Will you keep me informed regarding the firm? My father would wish our family to keep a hand in its operation." Mr Caldwell's shoulders sunk in relief. "I agree, $playertitle. It would be my honour to address concerns to you." With a promise to keep in touch, he left, and you [[continued into the library.->thingschange]]

You entered the library, chose a book, and settled down to read. Later in the afternoon, your stepmother swept into the library. "Just the person I wanted to see," she greeted you. You lowered your book. "Stepmother." "Things need to change around here." She looked you over. "Profits are low and we need to economise." "Is that why my sisters have new dresses?" you said. Her body drew up high and taut. "Your sisters must enter into society and marry well." Her tone was icy. "We must ensure their success. Things will change around here. I've already dismissed that ridiculous tutor. You will now help the housekeeper with her duties." Her beautiful face split into a sharp smile. "We must all do our part." [[Things started changing.->cinders3]]

Argument was impossible: your stepmother threatened to throw you out of your home, and as she owned it now, and you had nowhere to go, you obeyed. You began accompanying the housekeeper as she performed her duties. Over the coming months, your stepmother dismissed several of the servants, and you filled in their duties. You swept the fireplaces each morning and polished the silver. You brought in the wood delivery. You learned how to plant seeds and how to light fires. You learned how to braid your sisters' hair, and how to wash clothes. Your sisters learned to dance and to choose clothes. They went to soirees and parties, flirted and gossipped, and from what you could tell, somehow worked their way into certain cliques at court over time.(if:$b1 is "true")[ In your increasingly few spare moments, you corresponded with Mr Caldwell about the firm. You directed new purchases and advised as best you could on new expeditions to sell gems from your land. You adjusted profit reports, so that your stepmother unknowingly received less and the firm could invest in new equipment and staff.] [[Years passed this way.->cinders4]]

(text-style:"emboss","tall")[B]efore you knew it, you reached the age of majority. You were relegated to an attic room once reserved for servants. The staff was decimated to the bare bones. You scrubbed and cleaned, swept and polished, and ran around the house from dawn until midnight. Fatigue was ever present, and you often fell asleep in fireplaces and dark corners, dropping where you scrubbed and ending up with soot on your face. While you'd slowly taken on seemingly all of the household maintenance, your sisters had flounced to court. They attended parties and balls during the season, and lazed around lamenting their boredom and wish for gossip otherwise. Your stepmother had an endless supply of jewels and courtly beaus, yet never seemed satisfied unless she was ordering you around. (if:$b1 is "true")[Your one consolation was that your father's firm was more successful than ever. As you expected, there had been low years and high years, but the business remained on course, and flourished. One day, Mr Caldwell wrote to you requesting your presence at the office in the village. It sounded important. You thought of your day and the endless work remaining with no one to do it. If you took off for even a few hours, the remaining servants - the cook, the butler, the footman, the maid, the gardner and the stable boy - would bear your stepmother's wrath. [[You made an excuse and went to the village. ->business2yes]] [[You couldn't justify the absence and wrote back instead. ->business2no]]](else:)[Your one consolation was that your childhood home remained in as good a condition as you could keep it. You also tried to ensure the remaining servants didn't receive the brunt of your stepmother's demands or anger. You hoped your father would have been proud of you for not giving up despite these difficult conditions. You also enjoyed errands to the village, where you could get a break from the atmosphere of the house. Returning from one such errand one day, you approached the house slowly. However, [[you heard shrieks from the entrance, and hurried forward.->ball]]]

(set:$b2 to "true")You pretended to be ill and retired to your attic. After an hour, you dressed in your least-worn clothes and stole out the mansion. You rode into the village and went directly to the firm. Mr Caldwell met you warmly and sat you down in his office. "I'm so pleased to see you, $playertitle." "As I you, Mr Caldwell," you replied. "What is the matter?" He beamed at you. "As you are now in your majority, I am pleased to officially offer you a partnership in the firm." He slid a piece of paper across the table to you. You read the paper carefully. It was a contract, formally adding you to the firm. It listed your title, expected duties, and salary. You looked up. "Salary? We've never discussed a salary." Mr Caldwell looked down. "That has never sat well with me, $playertitle. When your father died, I opened an account for you and began depositing a nominal amount in your name. Since your involvement has been significant, I've increased the amounts accordingly. For me, this merely formalises the arrangement." You were gobsmacked. Your stepmother doled out money as and when she deemed fit, and you'd long accepted that you only saw money for household needs. To think you'd had money of your own all this time! You wanted only the best for the business. Despite your home situation, you felt a warm glow whenever you thought of your father's firm and its success. He turned red. "It is unbefitting someone of your rank to draw a salary, but I felt your circumstances occasioned it. Did I take a liberty?" "You did, but I cannot fault you for it." Someone of your rank wasn't meant to be mucking out stables or polishing silver either, but you weren't above such work and you wouldn't be above kindness such as this. You picked up the pen on his desk and signed the paper. "Thank you, Mr Caldwell. Your good sense and reliability has been a light for this business and for myself, and my gratitude is inexpressable." "Your advice and presence has been critical to this business, $playertitle." He met your eyes. "Thank //you//." [[You returned to the house to find it in uproar. ->ball]]

(set:$b2 to "false")With reluctance and a small amount of bitterness, you wrote a letter back to Mr Caldwell informing him you didn't have the opportunity to meet with him. If the issue was important, he should communicate it via letter, as per normal correspondance. You sent the letter off before being called to hem your stepmother's dress. After a few days, a reply came from Mr Caldwell stating his disappointment and understanding, and assuring you the matter could be shelved for a later time. [[A week later, you woke up in the fireplace to a kerfuffle elsewhere in the house.->ball]]

You walked in the entry hall to find your sisters and stepmother gasping over a letter. Your stepmother gripped it as though it was her greatest treasure. "What's happened?" you asked in alarm. "A ball!" Victoria spun around, her face alight. "The king and queen have announced a ball!" Balls being fairly commonplace, you turned to Marigold, hoping for more understanding about why this one was so special. Catching your glance, Marigold said, "The (dropdown: 2bind $loverChoice,"princess","prince") has been slow to wed. This proclamation is to address that." [[You were confused.->You're confused.]]

(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[(set:$loverPronounDirect to "she")(set:$loverPronounIndirect to "her")] (if:$loverChoice is "prince")[(set:$loverPronounDirect to "he")(set:$loverPronounIndirect to "his")]"Why would the $loverChoice need a ball to find a spouse?" you asked. That's not the best way to choose someone to marry, and in any case, a $loverChoice usually marries another (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[prince](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[princess] from a different land. "It doesn't say, but who cares?" your stepmother asked. "We must visit the dressmaker. It is imperative we get new clothes and look our best." Victoria and Marigold beamed. (if:$b1 is "true")[You frowned. With what money? You knew your stepmother's takings from the business, and her general expenditures. She spent almost everything from the last few months on the most recent set of clothes and some expensive jewels. ]Your stepmother tapped the page against her palm absently. "The business will surely advance me a portion. Come, girls, to the dressmaker!" She passed the letter to the butler and whirled out the door. Victoria and Marigold followed, talking excitedly between them about the ball and being princesses. [[The butler handed the letter to you.->announcement]]

"It was addressed to everyone in the household," he said. You read it carefully. //To the household of d'Argent// //A grand ball will be held in a week's time, open to all// //The $loverChoice will choose a spouse from the attendees// "A spouse," you mused aloud. "Stepmother wants Victoria to be a princess." The butler didn't query why you mentioned Victoria and not Marigold. You glanced at him. "Does the $loverChoice even like women?" For it had never been clear what $loverPronounDirect preferred. He shrugged. "Not for me to say, $playertitle." He glanced you over. "You should attend as well." [[You laughed. "You can't be serious!"->cinders5]] [[You sighed. "There's no way I can."->cinders5]] (if:$b1 is "true")[[An idea came to you. "Perhaps I should."->cinders6]]

"Why not?" the butler asked. You gesture uselessly. "Why should I go to a ball? My life is here." "You don't need to meet the $loverChoice. Why not go and enjoy the party?" It would be nice to see such a grand ball in person. You have yet to attend one, for the same reason you cannot attend this one. "Because there's no way my stepmother would allow it." You both knew this to be true. Despite the fact the proclamation was issued to everyone in the kingdom, the idea that your stepmother would take you with her and her daughters to the ball was absurd. She hated you too much. The butler leaned in. "Then, $playertitle, we must ensure she doesn't find out." You stared at him in disbelief. "You would help me?" "We all would." He gave you an uncharacteristic smile. "Despite all the pains you go through, you remain kind and civil with us. It isn't right that your stepmother treats you so. We think you deserve better, though we cannot change her mind ourselves." You were deeply touched. The staff have always been good to you, but you had no idea they felt so troubled.(if:$b2 is "false")[ You were glad you stayed behind, as bringing her wrath unjustly on them would have been doubly awful with this knowledge in mind.] You couldn't refuse this generosity outright. [["As long as she remains unaware of your efforts," you said.->cinders8]]

The ball would be attended by as many as could afford to go, from peasants to nobility. If you went, you could speak with people and discuss your business. You could find new customers and collaborators. It would be an incredible opportunity for the business. And besides, you had never attended any kind of party. The proclamation did say the ball was open to everyone. "It would be difficult," you said. "She would never allow it." The butler smiled and leaned in. "Then we won't tell her." "We?" "We." He gestured to the other staff, who watched from the door leading to the kitchen. "Despite all the pains you go through, you remain kind and civil with us. It isn't right that your stepmother treats you so. We think you deserve better, though we cannot change her mind ourselves." You were deeply touched. The staff have always been good to you, but you had no inkling they felt so troubled. "Thank you. You must not go to trouble. Don't bring her notice to you." He bowed a little. [["Have no fear of that, $playertitle."->cinders8]]

The next week was one of the busiest you'd ever experienced. You ran around headlong since the announcement with chores. On top of your usual duties(if:$b1 is "true")[ and correspondance with Mr Caldwell], your stepmother was denied an advance from the business(if:$b2 is "true")[, at your order,] and sent you on many errands to sell or pawn household items. You heard rumours in the village and from your stepsisters about the $loverChoice and the search for a spouse: the $loverChoice had refused a political marriage; the $loverChoice had an unsuitable lover, but was being forced to marry someone more suitable; the $loverChoice had an unsuitable lover and this was the only acceptable way to marry them; the king and queen were forcing the $loverChoice to choose for murkier political reasons; the ball was the $loverChoice's idea; and so on. You didn't care about the $loverChoice. You wanted to experience a royal ball(if:$b1 is "true")[ and expand your business]. When you thought on it, you realised that this would be a break from your life at the estate. You could mingle, possibly even dance. Your only task would be to enjoy yourself. When was the last time you'd done that? [[Too long.->cinders9]]

Finally the day of the ball arrived. You dressed your sisters' hair and tightened their bodices on their new dresses. Tantrums were soothed and anxieties relieved, the carriage fetched, and the house completely neglected. Your stepmother demanded attention right until she and your sisters stood in the entryway. "I expect all the fireplaces to be shining and the mantelpieces to be dustfree when I return," she commanded. "Yes, my lady," you replied. She looked you over. You were abruptly aware of your sweaty clothes, scuffed shoes, and grubby skin. She smirked and left without another word. Victoria and Marigold followed her into the carriage and they departed for the castle. The cook bustled over to you. "Your bath is ready, $playertitle." You were bathed and scrubbed anew. Afterwards, the maid helped you into clothes purloined from your (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[mother's](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[father's] old wardrobe. She helped dress your hair and applied subtle dabs of perfume to your neck and wrists. She put your father's old estate ring on your finger, and when you looked in the mirror, [[a stranger stared back at you.->cinders10]]

You couldn't believe this shining, noble person was you, the dogsbody of the estate. "Just one finishing touch," the maid said. She dug into your (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[mother's](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[father's] wardrobe once more and drew out a special pair of slippers. They were stark white and threaded with silver, soled with glass, and pristine. "I understand your (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[mother](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[father] only wore these for (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[her](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[his] wedding," the maid said. Your throat thick with the usual lingering grief, you nodded. She urged you into the slippers, and without a moment to appreciate the fit, sent you down the stairs. Outside, a carriage and the lower footman waited for you. The butler gestured you into it. "With compliments from (if:$b2 is "true")[Mr Caldwell](else:)[us], $playertitle." You stepped into the carriage, hoping it hadn't cost too much to rent. The footman closed the door and took his seat. The butler stepped forward. "One more thing: her ladyship told me she would return when the ball was over. They usually run into the early hours of the morning. To be safe, leave at midnight." "I surely will," you said. [["Thank you."->ball2]]

The castle wasn't far from your village and the carriage took less than a hour to reach it. You watched the countryside pass, delighted to see it. The trees and fields were soft and beautiful in the twilight, and a snowy owl flew past in a ghostly blur. This was the furthest you'd ever been from home, and it felt marvellous. The castle stood in the middle of a large town. As the carriage navigated the labyrinthine streets, you remembered your father telling you stories about this town. (if:$b1 is "true")[Mr Caldwell had also spoken about doing business there, and how stores selling anything and everything could be found there. Now you drove past them and saw how right he'd been. ]Many people lived in this town and life was hard but exciting compared to the country village life you were used to. [[The carriage drew up to the castle.->ball3]]

The castle was lit up with torches and candles, looking like something out of a fairy tale. You were helped out of the carriage by a waiting castle footman, and you stared at the entrance in awe. "I'll be back at midnight," your footman said before moving the carriage on. You set your shoulders and walked in. Past the entrance gate was a large courtyard filled with people laughing and talking. A herald greeted you and asked for your name. [[You gave a fake name.->ball4]] [[You gave your own name.->ball4]]

The herald announced you to the crowd and not a single person took notice. Bolstered by the anonymity, you ventured into the crowd. After a few minutes of circulating, you realised this was just one area of the ball: the courtyard was filled with people eating and drinking from refreshment tables, while through a portcullis at the side was a side garden filled with yet more people dancing to lively music. You wound through the crowd, watching people as they talked, laughed, danced, and drank. You saw women and men of all ages in varying styles of finery talking with each other. A nobleman with silver on his waistcoat and in his hair chatted with a weathered woman who spoke of her farm as you passed them. A girl with the blooming fresh skin of a milkmaid and simple cotton dress made eyes at a woman wearing jewels in her ears and fine silks. You stopped by one refreshment table and grabbed a drink of something. Clutching it, you surveyed the crowd. If you were being honest . . . [[You found the crowd somewhat overwhelming.->ball5]] [[This was exhilarating.->ball6]]

You lingered by the refreshment table, unsure how to approach people. In a crowd like this, you could be speaking to nobility or peasantry. What if someone took offence at your attempt to converse with them? You had no idea how to begin. "Don't overthink it," someone said. You turned to the speaker. A (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[woman](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[man] stood nearby, goblet in hand and eyebrows raised high on $loverPronounIndirect face. Judging by the cotton clothing $loverPronounDirect wore, plus the simple gold bracelet on $loverPronounIndirect wrist, you judged (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] to be similar to you in class: not quite a peasant, but not nobility. "Overthink what?" you asked. "Circulating," $loverPronounDirect said. "In this crowd, the usual distinctions of rank have been dropped." With casual elegance, $loverPronounDirect sipped from (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[his] goblet. "And with surprising ease, if one was judging." Amazing that this stranger knew what you were thinking. "I'm not sure how you knew the root of my concern," you said, [["but thank you."->ball7]]

You walked through the crowd, sipping your drink. You passed two women talking about bandits on the road, and fell into conversation with them. (if:$b1 is "true")[You shared how bandits had affected (if:$b2 is "false")[the](if:$b2 is "true")[your] business, and how the costs of mercenaries had risen. They sympathised and shared their own stories of troubles.] After a lively discussion, other people joined your group, and it was the easiest thing in the world to talk with them too. Before you knew it, you'd been there over an hour and (if:$b1 is "true")[collected names of other merchants and businesses who were interested in working with you, as well as] enjoyed yourself thoroughly. This wasn't difficult, and you hadn't spotted your stepmother or stepsisters at all. Best of all, the large clock embedded in the castle belfrey tower showed several hours until midnight. (if:(history: where its name contains "ball5")'s length >= 1)[[["Excuse me," a familiar voice said behind you.->ball60]]](else:)[[["Excuse me," said a lovely voice behind you.->ball61]]]

"You're welcome," $loverPronounDirect replied. You glanced at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him], hoping you didn't seem obvious. Despite the simple clothing, $loverPronounDirect stood out: $loverPronounIndirect hair was a gorgous (dropdown: 2bind $loverHair,"russet","tawny","ebony","golden") colour, and $loverPronounDirect had (dropdown: 2bind $loverFeatures, "elfin, dramatic","lean, sharp","strong, laconic","soft, intelligent") features. You couldn't help but find (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] striking. "What is it?" $loverPronounDirect asked warily. (if:$b1 is "true")["Nothing," you said. "You've given me courage. I'll enter the fray." [[You set out into the party.->ball6]]](else:)[[["Nothing, kind stranger," you said. "Excuse me." You went out into the party->ball6]] [["Do you have a name to go with your advice, kind stranger?" you asked.->ball8]]]

You turned and there was the striking, $loverHair-haired stranger from the refreshment table. "Well met once more," you said. "You've made friends," $loverPronounDirect remarked. Courage came from nowhere, and you said, "I could make another, if $loverPronounDirect was willing." "Oh?" (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] tilted $loverPronounIndirect head, smiling slyly. You leaned in, eyes direct on (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[hers](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[his] and asked, [["What's your name, kind stranger?"->ball8]]

With a wry smile, $loverPronounDirect said, "You may call me Ash." That couldn't be $loverPronounIndirect real name, but in such a convivial atmosphere, where people didn't care who they were, you decided not to push it. "A pleasure to meet you, Ash." "And what might I call you?" $loverPronounDirect asked. "Cinder," you replied, prompting (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] to laugh heartily. "Touché!" Ash leaned in. "What do you think of the party?" (if:(history: where its name contains "ball6")'s length >= 1)[You smiled. "I'm enjoying it. I've met some wonderful people.(if:$b1 is "true")[ I've also discussed trade with other merchants, which I deeply wanted to do.]" "Incredible," Ash said. "You actually sound sincere." You frowned. [["You're not enjoying the ball?"->ball9]] ](else:)[You smiled. "I'm enjoying it so far." "But you've only spoken with me." "True," you said. "I don't think that's a problem." To your delight, $loverPronounDirect seemed to blush. You pressed, "And you? [[Are you enjoying it?"->ball9]]]

Before you stood a striking (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[woman](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[man], goblet in hand. Judging by the cotton clothing $loverPronounDirect wore, and the simple gold bracelet on $loverPronounIndirect wrist, you judged (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] to be similar to you in rank. Despite the simple clothing, $loverPronounDirect stood out: $loverPronounIndirect hair was a gorgous (dropdown: 2bind $loverHair,"russet","tawny","ebony","golden") colour, and $loverPronounDirect had (dropdown: 2bind$loverFeatures,"elfin, dramatic","lean, sharp","strong, laconic","soft, intelligent") features. A little in awe at $loverPronounIndirect beauty, you said, "Yes?" "I couldn't help overhearing your discussion," $loverPronounDirect said. (if:$b1 is "true")["You're a merchant?" "Yes," you replied. "I carry on my father's business." "I can relate." Some thought darkened $loverPronounIndirect face momentarily. "You seem young for such work." You looked (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] over. [["No more so than you, bold stranger."->ball8]]](else:)["I don't recognise you. I haven't seen you about co - town." You shook your head. "No, I don't live here. I'm only visiting for the ball." "Ah," $loverPronounDirect said a little cynically. "You're here to woo the $loverChoice?" You grimaced. "No!" Your reaction seemed to amuse (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "Not a fan of the royal brat, then?" What a thing to say! You made a face. "I've never thought about (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] in my life. This is my first ball, and I intend to enjoy it, regardless of whatever the $loverChoice does." This beautiful stranger stroked $loverPronounIndirect chin thoughtfully. You wondered that $loverPronounDirect could be so dismissive of the $loverChoice at $loverPronounIndirect own ball. You said, "A bold statement from [[a bold stranger."->ball8]]]

Ash shrugged. "It's not quite what I hoped the ball to be, yet it's been illuminating." Cryptic. "How so?" (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] made a face. "People are both what I expected them to be, and have surprised me. It's a little perplexing." "People can be like that," you said. "But it needn't dampen your evening." "I agree entirely." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] took your goblet and set it down on a nearby table along with (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[hers](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[his]. "Have you seen the gardens?" [["No."->ball10]]

"Then let me show you." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] extended $loverPronounIndirect hand to yours. You hesitantly took it, and $loverPronounDirect pulled you through the crowd. You went through the gate leading into the garden. Dancing couples moved in the centre of the lawn, and others watched them. You noticed a few people looking envious, as though they would rather be dancing as well. Ash pulled you around the outskirts of the watching crowd, past bushes and trees hung with lanterns and tiny lights. The lights turned the setting otherworldly, enchanting. You hung back in a particularly beautiful copse to take in the beauty, and Ash stopped when $loverPronounDirect realised you wanted to stay. "What is it?" $loverPronounDirect asked. "This is so beautiful," you said. "People don't hang lanterns in trees in your village?" Not that you'd seen. "No." You spun slowly, enjoying the play of light in the leaves and the sound of the music from the party. "I feel like I'm in a dream." Ash approached. Your hands were still clasped, and $loverPronounIndirect hand was soft and warm in yours. "You're unused to frivolities," $loverPronounDirect remarked. "You must work hard indeed to earn these calluses." Your hands //were// rough and callused. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Hers](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] were not. Self-conscious, you pulled your hand free. "And you're too used to frivolities to appreciate the beauty in them." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] smiled wrily and reached for your hand once more. "In frivolities, perhaps. In people . . . no, I think not." Gaze steady on yours, $loverPronounDirect waited, hand out. Charmed, you took $loverPronounIndirect hand once more. "I had something I wanted to show you," Ash said. "Will you follow me a little further on?" [[Intrigued, you nodded.->ball11]] [[You wanted to stay.->ball12]]

(if:(history: where its name contains "ball12")'s length >= 1)["Come this way."](else:)["Lead on," you said.] Ash led you through the gardens, past the crowd, to a hedgerow marking the boundary of the area. "Through here." With that, $loverPronounDirect pushed through the hedge, pulling you after (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. Beyond the hedgerow was another garden area, but this one contained a small lake. The water reflected the torches burning on the outside of the palace walls, slipping into total darkness in the distance. Flowerbeds and bushes artfully wound around the area, and you two walked on paving stones Ash took you to the edge of the water, and together you stared into the night. The music from the dancers was softer now, gently drifting over the hedgerow to fill the silence between you. As your eyes adjusted, you could see the dark outlines of trees around the shores of the lake. Unlike the bright, frenetic energy of the party, [[this was dark and peaceful.->ball11p2]]

"I'd like to enjoy the frivolity a little longer," you said. Ash nodded. "As you wish." You let $loverPronounIndirect hand go and explored a little. Your everyday life didn't have this kind of enchantment and beauty in it, you realised. Days spent scrubbing floors and mending clothes in a house fallen from its heyday weren't comparable to wandering a small copse with a beautiful stranger. This felt magical and otherworldly. "You seem a little saddened," Ash said. You shrugged. "No more so than anyone who realises such beauty is temporary." "It's more meaningful for it." You glanced at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "Yes, I think you're right." "That wasn't the object in bringing you out here." [[You smiled. "Yes, you mentioned the gardens."->ball11]] [[You raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"->ball12p1]]

A repetitive dong caught your attention, and you paused in the dance to look. You couldn't see it from here, but was that not the palace bell? Ash cleared $loverPronounIndirect throat. "What is it?" You looked at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. The bell kept ringing. You counted the strokes. "Is that the time?" Ash seemed confused. "Yes. We toll each hour as most places do." Twelve strokes. Oh no. This magical, incredible evening was over too soon. Your footman likely waited at the gates even now - and what if your stepmother somehow noticed that? What if she'd noticed //you// at some point? You dropped $loverPronounIndirect hand. "I must leave." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] face fell. "What? Why?" "I'm sorry. I can't explain." The idea of telling Ash that you lived in fear of your stepmother's wrath if she discovered your presence at the ball was preposterous. "No! At least give me your name? Your address?" You didn't have a moment to spare. "I'm sorry." [[You turned and ran.->run]]

(if:(history: where its name contains "11p9")'s length >= 1)[You pushed through the hedge and into](else:)[You pushed through] the glittering masses of people. Behind you, Ash shouted, $loverPronounIndirect voice confused and the words indistinct. You ignored (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. You had to get back: your carriage waited and you knew your stepmother too well to test staying longer. As you shoved past people, knocking shoulders and provoking annoyed curses, you kept ignoring Ash's shouts behind you. Damn. Was $loverPronounDirect following you? You made it into the front courtyard and kept running. Your fine clothes, so suited for gentle walking and controlled dancing, felt tight and uncomfortable. They almost felt like they frayed against your skin as you ran. At the gate, you met the stairs and started down them as quickly as you could. When you glanced up, you recognised your family's carriage, waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs. The glance cost you: you tripped and stumbled, staying upright by sheer luck, but rolling an ankle and losing one shoe. Cursing, you turned to retrieve it - only to see Ash at the top of the stairs, with two guards beside (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. Damn. "Cinder! Wait!" $loverPronounDirect called. There was nothing for it. You yanked your other shoe off and continued down the stairs, leaving the other behind. You reached the bottom to find the door open and ready for you. The footman's face was pale. "Get in, $playertitle, quickly." You didn't need to be told. You lunged into the carriage, the door was shut behind you, and seconds later, the carriage lurched forward. [["Stop at once!" called Ash.->run2]]

The footman ignored (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. You couldn't help yourself: you leaned out of the window and saw (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] standing on the driveway, your other shoe in hand(if:$loverHair is "russet")[ and hair burnished red in the torchlight], staring after you. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] expression was shocked and bewildered, and your chest ached to see (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] so. The carriage turned the corner into the town, and you lost sight of Ash. You settled back against the cushions, chest heaving and mind racing in disbelief. The footman tapped the front of the carriage. "Excuse me, $playertitle, but what happened?" You leaned forward. "It's nothing." "That was two palace guards with that courtier! They don't take orders from just anyone." He sounded panicked. "What if they follow us?" "I'll handle it if they do." You sounded calmer than you felt. His observation was notable. Why had the palace guards been with Ash? (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] soft hands and manners had given (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] away as a courtier, but surely $loverPronounDirect wasn't so highly ranked as to command the guards? Or perhaps the guards were ready to help any courtier who asked. And why involve the guards at all? You hadn't done anything worse than run off after a . . . well, an evening together. It was an incredibly rude way to leave, but rudeness didn't explain it. A ludicrous thought came to mind: what if Ash was royalty? No. Surely not. The $loverChoice had been dancing elsewhere. (if:(history: where its name contains "12p5")'s length >= 1)[Ash had even pointed (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] out to you.] You stared at your remaining shoe, with its elegant lines and shiny glass, and dismissed the notion. The guards had thought something was wrong and sought to help a distressed noble guest. That was all. [[Nothing more.->afterball]]

(text-style:"emboss","tall")[T]he next morning found you ill-rested. You'd returned at a good time, for you had barely removed the shining clothes, hidden the shoe, and lain in your cot before your stepmother and sisters came back. You were glad you'd returned when you did. You'd barely slept, your head full of Ash and the magical evening. In the morning, their breakfast conversation was of nothing but the ball. You bustled around the table, laying down cutlery and fetching food. "I danced the night away," Victoria declared, buttering her toast lavishly. "Only one with the $loverChoice but $loverPronounDirect was so in demand, it was understandable." "It must be the only reason //you// didn't secure a dance, Marigold," your stepmother said. Marigold scowled at the boiled egg on her plate. "I danced with many fine people, mother." "But none who really mattered." Your stepmother sighed. "Nonetheless, what a marvellous evening." You set down a plate of cut fruit and tried not to smile. "I expect great things from last night," your stepmother continued. "We distinguished ourselves, girls." Her hand whipped out and caught your wrist. "You didn't do as I instructed." The urge to smile faded. "I did what I could, my lady." "If you wish to eat today, you'll catch up." Having already pilfered a meagre breakfast, you merely nodded and [[continued with your chores.->ab1]]

(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] cleared $loverPronounIndirect throat. "And I could only ask it of you. We held the ball so that I might find someone to marry. I dressed below my station and mingled, determined to find love. And I did." Ash smiled. "(if:(history: where its name contains "ball5")'s length >= 1)[By the refreshments table](else:)[Shining brightly in a crowd of strangers]." You were speechless. What - was $loverPronounDirect really - ? Ash knelt before you, gaze fixed on yours. "Please, my Cinder, do me the honour of making me the happiest (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[woman](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[man] in the world, and accept my hand in marriage." You stared at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] in shock. Marry (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]? Marry the $loverChoice? You said: (if:$b1 is "false")[[["Yes."->fluffending1]](if:$p1 is "false")[ [["No."->noending7+8]]](if:$p1 is "true")[ [["No."->noending4]]]](else:)[(if:$b2 is "true")[[["Yes."->yesbizending2]](if:$p1 is "true")[ [["No."->romrunawayending5]]](if:$p1 is "false")[ [["No."->noending7+8]]]](if:$b2 is "false")[[["Yes."->yesending3]](if:$p1 is "false")[ [["No."->noending7+8]]](if:$p1 is "true")[ [["No."->noending4]]]]]

Ash's face fell in disappointment. "I see." "I apologise," you said. "Our evening together was magical, and I esteem you immensely." You paused, thinking of the wonderful time you spent with (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. Part of you wanted to marry Ash, but you couldn't see yourself as a royal consort. "We know so little of each other, really, and I have never aspired to such lofty heights as the royal family. I am the (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[daughter](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[son] of a merchant, and that is the sphere I know." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] glanced around you, at the guards, your stepfamily, and the servants now watching through the door. "Will you give us some privacy?" The guards immediately herded everyone out. Your stepmother resisted, but in the end was forced out as well. The door shut behind them, and the two of you were alone in the parlour. "Is this your only objection?" Ash asked. "You feel unsuited to court?" The idea of it unsettled you immensely. "Yes. I wasn't brought up there like you. I would make a fool of myself, and possibly you." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] gave a tremulous smile. "You don't object because of me?" "No!" You clutched $loverPronounIndirect free hand. "Banish the thought. You're wonderful. Were you not a $loverChoice, I would marry you this moment." Ash laughed, low and bitter. "You're a marvel. The number of people begging for my attention and hand, and the one I would have refuses me." "I am sorry." You kissed $loverPronounIndirect hand. "I'm honoured, truly." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] gazed at you, clearly torn and upset. "I can't bear never seeing you again." [[An idea came to you.->noending4p2]]

Ash's face fell in disappointment. "Oh." Your heart sank. "I apologise. Our evening together was magical, and I . . . please believe me, I esteem you beyond words." You paused, thinking of the wonderful time you spent with (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. Part of you wanted to marry Ash, but you couldn't see yourself as a royal consort. "We know so little of each other, really, and I have never aspired to such lofty heights as the royal family. I am the (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[daughter](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[son] of a merchant, and that is the sphere I know." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] glanced around you, at the guards, your stepfamily, and the servants now watching through the door. "Will you give us some privacy?" The guards immediately herded everyone out. Your stepmother resisted, but in the end was forced out as well. The door shut behind them, and the two of you were alone in the parlour. "Is this your only objection?" Ash asked. "You feel unsuited to court?" The idea of it unsettled you immensely. "Yes. I wasn't brought up there like you. I also have a business to run, and I have no desire to give that up. I would make a fool of myself, and possibly you, and I cannot abide the idea of bringing you trouble and pain." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] gave a tremulous smile. "You don't object because of me?" "No!" You dropped your shoe and clutched $loverPronounIndirect hands. "Banish the thought. You're wonderful. Were you not a $loverChoice, I would marry you this moment." Ash laughed, low and bitter. "Of course things play out like this. The number of people begging for my attention and hand, and the one I would have refuses me." "I am sorry." You kissed $loverPronounIndirect hand. "I'm honoured, truly." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] gazed at you, clearly torn and upset. "I can't bear never seeing you again." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] stood. "In fact, [[I refuse to let things end here."->rom5p2]]

Yours ended when he returned from an excursion with something more than money or interesting treasures: a wife and two new sisters. They stepped out of the carriage with a myriad of expressions, none of them positive, and you were old enough to wonder what about your home they could possibly find wanting. Your stepmother was glamorous and haughty. Both of her daughters were spoiled, but Victoria could be a nasty little wretch when she felt like it. Marigold could be sweet and thoughtful when her sister and mother weren't in the room. Your calm home turned loud with squabbles over a dress or whose turn it was to visit the village. Father seemed happy with his new wife, so you pretended for his sake that you were happy too. He organised another trip to sell gemstones and precious metals mined from your land, and the morning of departure, the household stood in front of the door to wish him farewell. He scanned your family and chuckled. "All these long faces! Come now, I won't be away so long. If you're very good, I'll bring back something for you. What do you want?" [[You wanted the first thing his shoulder brushed against on his journey.->cinders]] [[You wanted a single rose.->beauty]] [[You were filled with a deep sense of dread and begged him not to go.->fear ending]]

Oh dear. Um. I'm terribly sorry. That's a different fairy tale. How did this get in here? Sorry about that. [[Better choose again.->start1]]

"Then don't," you said. "What do you mean?" You squeezed $loverPronounIndirect hands. "I can move to town. I can set up a new life //and// see you." Ash's expression brightened. "You want to continue with me?" "Yes. Marriage doesn't seem right, but the thought of never seeing you again fills me with deep sadness." You smiled. "If you wish, let's be together anyway." Ash leaned in and kissed you. And so it was done. With Ash's help, you moved from your childhood home, leaving your stepmother and stepsisters behind, never to be thought of again. You started a new life in town, in a new house, beholden only to yourself. (if:$b1 is "true")[You continued corresponding with Mr Caldwell and acted as a business representative based in town, earning your own money and independence.] You and Ash met as often as you could. Often $loverPronounDirect crept out of the castle to see you, or you sneaked in to meet (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. You had many adventures, and fell deeper in love the more time you spent together. You thought back to those years drudging for your stepmother and wondered at your inability to see further than the walls of your family estate. Life was now better, brighter, and fuller than you'd thought possible. (if:$b1 is "true")[Work remained good and kept you busy when you weren't with Ash. ]The future remained unknown, but you faced it with hope and a $loverChoice at your side. THE END Read again?(click:"Read again?")[(restart:)]

Your heart soared at $loverPronounIndirect resolution. "What do you mean?" Ash leaned in. "You know me. You know what I think of court and how I chafe at my position. I refuse to allow it to sever you from me." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] eyes lit up. "Will you take me with you on your next expedition?" You gaped at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. Did $loverPronounDirect intend to abdicate? "You mean . . .?" "Let us run. Let us //leave//. We'll be together with no one to answer to." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] delight and enthusiasm was infectious. You immediately decided to lead the next expedition and to ensure Ash joined you. "All right," you said, grinning. Ash kissed you fiercely and you clutched (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] close, overwhelmed and brimming with happiness. [[Together, you planned it out.->rom5p3]]

You departed the estate for Mr Caldwell's and organised a new expedition to a far off country, one new to your business. You told Mr Caldwell this was sure to expose your business to a new, potentially lucrative market. On the night the expedition left, Ash stole out of the castle with enough belongings for the journey, and you set off together. Leaving your stepmother and stepsisters behind was no difficulty. Running your own expedition felt momentous: you were in charge and you ensured everyone's safety and happiness on the way. Responsibility felt good to you. Having Ash at your side was more happiness than you imagined possible. You encountered many difficulties on the journey there and on the way back, but together, they were adventures, not difficulties. You learned more about your thoughtful, impulsive lover, and $loverPronounDirect about you. Your love deepened, and your happiness was complete. Returning to your country, you two faced multiple questions about your future. Did Ash want to formally abdicate the throne? Or would $loverPronounDirect ask you for marriage again? Would $loverPronounDirect be welcomed back by $loverPronounIndirect family and country? Did your business prosper in your absence? Or would it flounder, your part in the $loverChoice's desertion discovered? All this and more faced you. But that's another story for another time. THE END Read again?(click:"Read again?")[(restart:)]

It was clear to you that your time with your father's business was over. Besides, courtiers didn't work, and you didn't want Ash to deal with the gossip which would follow you if you continued the business. "I will be needed here at court, and I feel it is best to divest myself of any interest in the firm. I wish to be able to attend to my new duties with my full attention." "I'm sorry to hear it," Mr Caldwell said. "However, I understand entirely." He smiled at you. "I believe your father would be proud of you, $playertitle." You spent a few hours discussing the changes necessary, and Mr Caldwell left with instructions to hire a new person to help with daily administration, as well as adjustments to legal papers. You would also receive some money representing your contributions and interest in the company as your father's child. You sat back on the settee in your room, pleased with the conversation. A soft knock at the door revealed your (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[fiancée](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[fiancé], gently smiling at you. "Who was your visitor, which had you so enthralled and busy?" $loverPronounDirect asked. "My former business partner," you replied. "I see!" Ash frowned. "Former?" "Of course." You stood and went to (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him], taking $loverPronounIndirect hands in yours. "I'm devoted to you and to my duty as your consort. My father's business, while important to me, is better off in the hands of someone without that kind of duty." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] looked away. [["Oh."->end3p3]]

You pulled (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] close. "What is it, my love?" "Your dedication and sense of responsibility are two things which struck me about you," $loverPronounDirect said. "You consistently delight me. However, you need not give up something so important to you for my sake." You took $loverPronounIndirect hand. "It's not the done thing for a courtier to transact business." "True, but we might manage regardless." You squeezed $loverPronounIndirect hands. "I wouldn't put you through that kind of censure and gossip. It is done, and I am happy." "If you're sure." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] didn't argue with you, but you could see $loverPronounIndirect doubt. You weren't sure how to assauge it, but you were certain this was the right course of action. (if:$p1 is "true")["What would ease your mind?" you asked. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] sighed. "I have lived at court all my life and know its nature well. A viper's nest would be easier to navigate." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] kissed your hand. "I would have been willing to do that if you wished to continue your father's work. You say you're happy, and I hope that's true." "But?" you prompted. "I wish you had consulted me." Ash looked you in the eye. "I am not ashamed of your humble origins." You hadn't seen it that way. You looked down at your clasped hands. "I'm not ashamed either. I thought only of you. But you're right, I should have discussed this with you first." "I have given up much in the name of duty. I would never have asked it of you too." You leaned in closer to (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "I didn't give it up for the role. I gave it up for //you//. You are my happiness." A small smile bloomed on $loverPronounIndirect face. "I suppose I can't protest too much." "Indeed. Let us look to the future instead." You kissed (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. Afterwards, $loverPronounDirect beamed at you. ]You two were wed on a sunny day in the castle chapel in front of the entire court. The ceremony went by in a blur, your happiness too much to bear. You didn't invite your stepmother and stepsisters, but was delighted to see the servants present and happy for you. You ensured new positions for those servants, and turned your back on your stepmother. To this day, you have no idea where she and your stepsisters are, and you don't care. Your $loverChoice ruled $loverPronounIndirect kingdom with the wisdom and good judgement you noticed in (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] during your first meeting. Your people loved (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] for choosing you, and you for being one of them. Even though you occasionally slipped up, not being a courtier from birth, you two got through these small kerfuffles together. (if:$p1 is "true")[As you decided, you ensured to discuss major decisions together, and Ash soon felt more secure about you giving up your merchant work. ]In your new role as consort, you could influence laws and policies concerning trade at a higher level, and while it wasn't quite the same, it felt worthwhile. And, of course, you both lived happily ever after. THE END Read again?(click:"Read again?")[(restart:)]

(text-style:"emboss","tall")[W]hen you emerged, blinking and red-eyed, from the pit, winter was over and spring bloomed across the land. Your stepmother left the business to your father's second-in-command, a man called Mr Caldwell, and you noticed for the first time that your sisters wore new jewels and dresses, and there were new tapestries on the walls and fanciful rugs underfoot. The tutor had been dismissed, and your sisters instead did weaving and dancing lessons. You were left alone, grieving in your room or wandering the woods around your home. One morning, you walked past your father's study and overheard a conversation between your stepmother and Mr Caldwell. "Profits aren't what they should be," she said. "They are as they always have been, madam," he replied. "How can you expect us to live on the pittance this company generates for us? Harold would never have stood for it. Do better. Sell more. Pay your workers less. Do //something//." "Yes, madam." You stepped back as the door opened. Mr Caldwell stepped out and, spotting you, walked to you. He bowed. "Oh, (dropdown: 2bind $playertitle,"my lady","my lord"), it is good to see you." It seemed an age since someone addressed you properly. You nodded at him. "I hope you're well, Mr Caldwell." He gave a strained smile. [[You disliked what you heard and decided to raise it with Mr Caldwell.|businessyes]] [[You had no interest in Father's business and didn't have the energy to care now.->businessno]]

"This is beautiful," you said. "This is my favourite part of the grounds," Ash replied quietly. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] soft palm had been a giveaway, but that statement confirmed it: Ash had to be a courtier. "Why?" you asked. "Because it's peaceful." You looked at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] expression was distant and thoughtful, $loverPronounIndirect mouth twisted. You stood in the quiet, appreciating a soft breeze that blew through the grounds. The night sky was dark above and you felt as though you were in a special little world set apart just for you and this relative stranger. You asked, [["Do you bring many people out here?"->11p3]]

Ash startled and looked at you. "Not many." You smiled. "Then I'm honoured." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] smiled back at you. "No, I'm the honoured one. I hoped you would appreciate this, and I'm glad you do." Your hands were still clasped. "Will you be missed?" you asked. "No." Ash glanced back towards the party. "Everyone's more distracted by the $loverChoice." You turned as well, as though you could catch a glimpse of the $loverChoice through the greenery of the hedge. "(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] is actually here tonight?" "(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] was dancing when we walked past," Ash explained. You now had some curiosity about seeing the $loverChoice, if only to see what the fuss was about. However, Ash was far more interesting. [[You asked, "Would you like to dance with me?"->11p4]]

Ash ducked $loverPronounIndirect head with a soft smile. "I was going to ask you! Yes." You turned towards each other at some unspoken signal and joined hands. After a few beats of the music, you started moving together in a simple box-step. "You were taught to dance," Ash remarked. "One talent among many," you replied. "I have little doubt of that." Ash let you spin (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "Not everyone can walk into a party and make friends right away." You scoffed. "It was hardly right away, and they're hardly //friends//." "You underestimate yourself." Ash watched you. "It's not that easy for many people." You said: [["The right person makes a meeting easy."->11p5]] [["You don't enjoy parties then?"->11p6]]

"They're an evil necessity." Ash spun you. "Necessity? Is a life of a courtier so distressing that a party is a burden?" you asked. Ash somehow shrugged while dancing. "It has its downsides. A party can be fun with the right people, but most courtiers are jostling for status and influence. It's less a celebration and more like navigating a ship through rocks." You thought of your stepmother and sisters. "I know what you mean." "You do?" You nodded. "I know a few people so intent on their own wealth and security that they forget the more virtuous values in life." Ash nodded vehemently. "Duty, integrity, responsibility." "Selflessness and kindness," you added. "Love." "More love would indeed change things," Ash murmured. Your heart raced in excess of the demands of the dance. You said: [["I cannot imagine love features much at court."->11p7]] [["A lack of integrity at court? Say it isn't so."->11p8-pvarset]]

Ash gave you a knowing smile. "I agree totally." You regarded (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] as $loverPronounDirect spun you around expertly. "Especially when they conveniently (if:(history: where its name contains "ball5")'s length >= 1)[linger by refreshment tables."](else:)[stand out in a crowd of strangers."] (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] laughed. "I couldn't not introduce myself. You shine brighter than the torches." A low heat burned in your stomach and you danced a few more steps in silence. How to reply to such a statement? Ash would never have said such a thing if $loverPronounDirect knew the state you normally inhabited: worn, soot-stained clothing, cleaning rag in one hand, a brush in the other, and a chore list the length of your leg in your head. "You wouldn't say such a thing if you knew me as I really am," you said. Ash's bright expression dimmed. "If it's rank you worry about, please don't. If it's me, well, I like to think I appreciate a person's character." You spun Ash. "I don't know you well enough to comment on your ability to judge a person." When Ash was face-to-face with you again, you added, "But I thank you anyway." "Don't thank me yet." Ash moved seemingly without thought, as though dancing was as natural as breathing or walking. Your hips brushed as $loverPronounDirect manoeuvred you through the dance, and your stomach tumbled inside you. [["Yet?" you asked.->11p55]]

(set:$p1 to "false")"It makes an appearance every now and then," Ash said. (if:(history: where its name contains "ball5")'s length >= 1)["Such as by a refreshments table."](else:)["Perhaps by shining brightly in a crowd of strangers."] Your face heated and you were at a loss for words. Ash chuckled at whatever expression was on your face. You moved through the dance for a few steps, trying to compose yourself. "Cinder?" Ash prompted. "I was only thinking," you said, "you can't have encountered Love very often if you think (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[she](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[he] lingers (if:(history: where its name contains "ball5")'s length >= 1)[by refreshment tables](else:)[in a crowd of strangers]." "Love needs (if:(history: where its name contains "ball5")'s length >= 1)[sustenance](else:)[company] like all beings," Ash replied. "You sound experienced with the ways of Love," you said. "I thought I was until tonight," $loverPronounDirect replied. "Now I feel I've met (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[her](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[him] for the first time." Heat filled your cheeks and you ducked your head. [["Too much, my dear Ash."->11p11]]

(set:$p1 to "true")Ash laughed, stumbling in the dance. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] gorgeous features screwed up in mirth and you slowed to better appreciate (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "Alas, it's true," $loverPronounDirect said. "Much as I would wish it otherwise." "You hold yourself apart from other courtiers?" (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] shook $loverPronounIndirect head. "I can't. I have a . . . a specific responsibility, a duty, and it weighs heavily on me. Much as I dislike it, I play their game in order to do what I must do." Your dance had slowed down, out of sync with the music. "That does sound difficult," you said. "It is hypocritical to complain of others' faults while doing exactly what they do." All mirth was gone now, and Ash's voice was bitter. You squeezed $loverPronounIndirect hand. "I don't think you're the only one who does such a thing. And if I'm being honest, it's not only courtiers who sometimes play status games and are demanding of others." You thought of petty arguments you'd seen happen in the village, or complaints your father had made about his staff. "We all fall prey to that. Perhaps you're not a hypocrite, and just human." Ash stopped dancing and stared at you, obviously speechless. You frowned. "What?" "You are kindness itself." You waved this away. "No, I wish to think the best of people." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] pulled you closer. [["You underestimate yourself."->11p9]]

Your mind went blank. Ash's hand was warm on your back, a point from which heat spun throughout your body. You dragged in a ragged breath, watching (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "No one has ever spoken to me with that kind of sympathy and understanding," $loverPronounDirect. "I . . . I cannot . . . You . . . Thank you." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] lifted one of your hands and kissed the knuckles. "Think nothing of it," you said faintly. "That I will refuse to do." Ash stepped forward, bringing your bodies flush. "I'm taking a great liberty - but I - you're just - can we -" You grasped $loverPronounIndirect shoulders and leaned in just as $loverPronounDirect did, kissing (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] softly. Your heart pounded in your chest. You could hardly believe you were kissing this beautiful person so soon after meeting (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. But wasn't this whole night a magical time? Hadn't everything felt separate from the real world since you left the estate? [[Why //not// kiss a near-stranger?->11p10]]

(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] leaned back and the two of you smiled a little shyly. You stepped back and tugged $loverPronounIndirect hand. "Come. This isn't how one dances." "It could be," Ash said, assuming the starting stance. Attached by hands only once more, you two returned to the beat of the music, turning and spinning under the night sky. You felt alive, buzzing with the enchantment and wonder of the evening, the joy of Ash, the kiss,(if:$b1 is "true")[ the success of meeting new collaborators,] and the beauty of the grounds. Ash began a new conversation, and [[somehow time slipped by.->midnightstrikes]]

The two of you had stopped dancing, poised on the shore of the lake in a quiet, twilight moment. Ash stepped closer, your hands warm in (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[hers](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[his]. "Too much?" "We barely know each other," you said. "True. Nonetheless, I feel this is a start of something wonderful." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] thumb stroked the knuckles of your hand. "Don't you?" You did. Something about the evening felt magical. Hadn't everything felt separate from the real world since you left the estate? "Yes." You glanced at your joined hands. "I can't explain it, but, yes, tonight is special." You looked back into $loverPronounIndirect eyes. "You're special." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[Her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[His] mouth dropped open. "You don't even know who I am." "Nor you me." You grin at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "And didn't I already say that?" [["That you did."->11p12]]

Ash leaned in. "May I ask Love for the smallest of liberties?" You nodded, and closed your eyes. A moment later, $loverPronounIndirect lips pressed softly against yours, a sweet brush as light as a butterfly. Happiness bubbled up in you, and you opened your eyes to see $loverPronounIndirect expression, delighted and shy. "Let us return to the party," Ash suggested. "Only if you dance with me again," you said. "I live to obey you." Ash kissed your hand once more, then you two slipped back through the hedge and into the party. You led (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] through the crowd to the dancers, and the two of you seamlessly joined them. Caught up in the dancing, and the joy of conversation with Ash, you didn't notice [[time passing.->midnightstrikes]]

(set:$p1 to "false")"The night is young," Ash replied. "There's still time for me to disgrace myself." "So far, you have nothing to worry about," you said. The dance came to an end, and you (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[curtsied](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[bowed] to (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "Would you care to explore the grounds? Or return to the party?" Ash asked you. You thought about it. [[You wanted to stay and dance again.->11p56]] [[You wanted to explore the grounds.->11p57]] [[You wanted to return to the party.->11p58]]

"I'd rather dance another with you, if you will oblige me," you said. Ash smiled and (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[curtsied](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[bowed]. "I live to serve, $playertitle." You listened to the music, and at the right moment, began another dance. It was riveting, dancing with Ash. You felt as though the two of you were suspended out of time and place, in a world all your own, where all that mattered was mirroring each other's movements and daring the odd caress. Afterwards, the two of you walked the gardens, conversing about anything and everything. You went back through the hedge and joined the party once more. Ash led you onto the dancefloor once again and this time the two of you spun with numerous other couples, lit up by more than the lanterns and torches, and carried by more than [[just the music.->midnightstrikes]]

You doubt you'll ever have an opportunity to explore any part of the palace again. "I'd like to see the grounds." Ash held out $loverPronounIndirect hand. "Then allow me to act as your guide." You took it, a small thrill running up your arm at the contact. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] began leading you through the shadowy gardens. Beyond the lake was a pleasure maze, the hedges at shoulder height and easy to navigate. You and Ash began darting through the maze, playing keep-away and laughing like children. At the other side was a lush flower garden. In the darkness, most of the flowers were closed and drooped, needing sunlight and perhaps some dew to liven them. Still, you appreciated how artfully the beds were laid out, lining the walking paths and encouraging slow appreciation. A soft perfume lingered in the air, sweet and muted. Ash took you through the beds to the steps leading to the palace building proper. You gazed up them in awe, realising you could see large glass-panel doors and curtains behind them. If you ascended the stairs, you might see inside the palace. "An alternative stop on the tour?" Ash enquired quietly. You pulled your eyes away and shook your head at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "You promised me the grounds, and [[so I demand those."->11p571]]

"We have courted scandal enough by lingering out here," Ash agreed. "After you." You led the way back through the hedge and into the thick of the dancing. Richly-attired people stood around, drinking and talking, while multiple couples danced in a cleared area on the lawn. You glanced about, trying to see if your stepmother and stepsisters were nearby, but you didn't spy them. "Would you like to join the dancing?" Ash asked. The idea of dancing once more with Ash proved too tempting and you agreed readily. Ash led you to the floor, and at an opportune moment, the two of you joined the dance. You let yourself be carried away, swept up in the [[glamour of the moment.->midnightstrikes]]

Ash chuckled, $loverPronounIndirect (if:$loverFeatures is "elfin, dramatic")[elfin](if:$loverFeatures is "lean, sharp")[sharp](if:$loverFeatures is "strong, laconic")[laconic](if:$loverFeatures is "soft, intelligent")[intelligent] features relaxing. "So I did. I've shown you most of what isn't patrolled by the guards." You pressed your hand to (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[hers](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[his]. "Thank you. I loved it." Ash raised your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You stared at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him], heat rising to your cheeks. The kiss burned on your skin. Ash stared back, admiration clear in $loverPronounIndirect face. Your gaze caught the hedge you and Ash pushed through, over which light and music spilled. You hardly saw that section of the party. "Let us return to the party." Ash nodded. "We are long overdue a return." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] leaned in. "How scandalous of us." You scoffed. The most scandal you've ever courted was the amount of cinders that made their way into your clothes and skin. "I'm sure we can bear the weight of all the attention no one is paying to us." Ash laughed. "I'm game if you are." You led the way back through the hedge to the party. No one seemed to notice your arrival, and you raised an eyebrow at Ash, who shrugged with a rueful smile. As if by unspoken accord, the two of you wound through the crowd to the dancers, and seamlessly joined them. Caught up in the dancing, and the joy of conversation with Ash, you didn't notice [[time passing.->midnightstrikes]]

"It's a party," Ash said, stepping closer. "One makes merry at a party.." You eyed (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] and resisted the urge to reach out. "Indeed. Any suggestions? Given my . . . inexperience with frivolities." You pressed your hand to your collar, thumb playing with the edge of it. Ash's eyes glanced down at your throat for a lingering moment. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] leaned in. "Dancing usually features." You feigned shock. "No! //Dancing//?" (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] manoeuvred you into a dancer's starting pose. "Allow me to show you." Ash began leading you through a dance, following the music for the official dancing in the garden beyond the copse. Distant memories of dance lessons returned to you and you joined in, mirroring $loverPronounIndirect movements after a few clumsy missteps. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] moved very well - too well for an ordinary person, you realised. Despite the plain cotton clothing, $loverPronounIndirect hands were soft. and $loverPronounDirect had an ease at this party which you didn't - almost as though $loverPronounDirect was used to them. Ash smiled at you and your heart tripped in your chest. You spun, twisted, and turned under the lanterns, wrapped in the music, and enraptured by your lovely partner. [[This felt like something more than a dream.->ball12p2]]

After the song ended, Ash took your arm and the two of you strolled through the trees towards the crowd surrounding the dance floor. "Thank you for the dance," you said. "For someone unused to frivolities, you dance beautifully," Ash replied. You smiled. "I have many talents." "(if:(history: where its name contains "ball6")'s length >= 1)[After seeing you enchant others so easily, ]I can well believe it." "You're a wonderful dancer too," you said. "What other talents do you possess?" "More than I have earned, and fewer than I would like," was the rather enigmatic answer. You caught Ash's gaze. [["Saying you play the piano or enjoy a hunt would suffice," you said gently.->12p3]] [["Such as?" you asked.->12p4]]

(set:$p1 to "false")Ash ducked $loverPronounIndirect head. "Forgive my reticence. It doesn't seem needed here, with you." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] looked aside shyly. "I enjoy the harp, actually, rather than the piano." Your stepsister, Marigold, had taken up the harp, and years of discordant twanging echoed through your head. Ash seemed a proper courtier, unlike your stepsister, and you assumed - hoped - $loverPronounDirect had had better tutelage. "A lovely instrument. And hunting?" "Mixed, due to my inability to stay on my horse." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] shrugged. "A talent in progress." "We all are, in our ways." You gestured to yourself. "I can keep my seat, but cannot play or sing at all." A teasing smile made its way onto Ash's face. "Abysmal, indeed." "Wretched," you agreed. "At least you distinguish yourself in movement." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] held out $loverPronounIndirect hand again. "Join me for another dance?" Delighted, you took it, and Ash led you through the trees and crowd [[to the dance floor.->12p5]]

(set:$p1 to "true")Ash hesitated, then said, "I have not your ease with strangers. I can converse and I can use what influence I have, but it doesn't come naturally to me. I much prefer to sit quietly and read or practice an instrument or walk by myself through the garden." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] turned aside, clearly ill at ease. "These aren't the ideal qualities of a pr - courtier. I have been told I waste my opportunities and fortune." You hadn't expected this from (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. "There are worse things a courtier can do than read." You thought of the servants your stepmother had let go, and the ingratitude your stepsisters displayed for you and the remaining servants. "Perhaps those who criticise you might benefit from some perspective." Ash shrugged. "My position obliges certain responsibilities, which I do take on, but I cannot deny that others would be better suited to it." "I run about all day . . ." You trailed off, thinking of how you earned your calluses and what a courtier might say to confirmation that $loverPronounDirect was speaking with a commoner - worse, a servant. "Perhaps I should say that I also have responsibilities which I fulfil, and which I'd rather not do. But I do them because they must be done. And no matter how inadequately done, they at least //are// done. You don't shirk whatever your duties are, and that is worthwhile on its own. Perhaps be kinder to yourself." Ash made a considering noise. "Perhaps. You can't know this, but my responsibilities are such that . . . well, it isn't your burden." You shook your head. "No, but I dislike seeing you weighed down while at a party." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] smiled and shook $loverPronounIndirect head. "You're right, of course. I believe I've reminded you of something weighty as well, which I didn't intend to do." "We aren't our responsibilities, though we carry them," you said. "But tonight, I've let mine go. I encourage you to do the same." Ash straightened, expression brightening. "You . . . yes. You're a marvel. Of course." Confused, you stared at (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] took your hand. "Come, let us dance some more." [[And with that, $loverPronounDirect led you towards the crowd.->12p5]]

"We join everyone else, now?" you said in disappointment as the two of you wound through other people. "I thought we have courted scandal long enough by lingering out here," Ash replied. You glanced about you. No one in the crowd looked at the two of you, their gazes turned to each other or to the dancing couples. "No one notices us. What scandal?" Ash blinked and glanced around. "You're right. They're too focused on the $loverChoice." You'd forgotten about the $loverChoice. "Does $loverPronounDirect dance here?" Ash nodded. The two of you stopped at the edge of the dancefloor, watching numerous couples spin past. You tried to identify which might be the $loverChoice, but in truth, everyone was dressed well and moved proficiently, and there was no one (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[woman](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[man] who stood out as obviously regal. "Who is the $loverChoice?" Ash pointed to the other side of the floor. "There, that (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[woman](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[man] in green." You caught sight of (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him]. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] looked, if you were honest, as ordinary as everyone else. "Are you certain?" Ash's gaze snapped to yours. "What do you mean?" You frowned. "(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] doesn't appear [[particularly regal."->12p6]]

Ash was quiet. "Not to insult $loverPronounIndirect Highness," you added quickly, "it's just that I heard $loverPronounDirect was looking for a spouse tonight, and I thought $loverPronounDirect would be more immediately identifiable." "You aren't familiar at all with the court, are you?" Ash said, sounding amused. Ash was a courtier indeed, as though you needed more proof. Prickled, you eased your hand away. "I do believe that's been made abundantly clear." "My dear Cinder, it's entirely to your credit." Ash watched the $loverChoice move around the dancefloor, smiling at $loverPronounIndirect dance partner. "Perhaps $loverPronounIndirect Highness wished to meet people without the obvious trappings of $loverPronounIndirect status. Less intimidating." You watched the $loverChoice as well. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] looked similar to Ash - the $loverHair hair shade and build shape were oddly close. A remarkable coincidence. Ash was infinitely more appealing. A courtier with a sense of humour and a lovely smile, who wasn't swayed by the $loverChoice or the glamour of the ball, and who wasn't an obvious snob - how could a distant, lofty personage like this $loverChoice compare? You'd always thought less of your stepsisters and stepmother for attempting to climb the courtly ladder, but now you thought them utterly mad for missing sight of this wonderful person in preference of royalty. "However $loverPronounDirect wishes to approach the obtaining of a spouse is $loverPronounIndirect business," you said. "I would rather dance again with you." Ash visibly lit up. "Then let us do that." Your heart soared in your chest as you took $loverPronounIndirect hand once more. This time the two of you spun with numerous other couples, lit up by more than the lanterns and torches, and carried by more than [[just the music.->midnightstrikes]]

What was most important, of course, was that your presence at the ball hadn't been detected, and you were more relieved by that to give much regard to her punishments and anger. Your stepsisters continued to visit court, but each passing day led to a strange rise in tension in the household. You heard your stepmother raging at your sisters a full week after the ball, and paused at the door to listen in. "Don't be ridiculous!" your stepmother shouted. "It's what $loverPronounIndirect Highness said, mother," Victoria replied. "It's not //my// fault." "Try harder." "Mother! The $loverChoice has made $loverPronounIndirect position clear." "Have you never listened to me? Adapt! Bend the situation to your own advantage!" There was the sound of something thudding on the carpet. "Don't let the $loverChoice do what $loverPronounDirect wishes, especially when it's so stupid." [["What are you doing?" piped up a voice behind you.->ab2]]

You spun around to see Marigold standing there. You glanced at the door. You'd assumed she was in there with her mother and sister - which meant your stepmother raged at Victoria alone? "What's caused all this?" you asked, gesturing at the door. Marigold's expression flattened and she began walking away. You fell into step with her, and she hesitantly said, "The $loverChoice has been behaving oddly the past week. (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] has been aloof from the court, distracted. When asked about the dancing, $loverPronounDirect seems confused about who $loverPronounDirect danced with. Yet when asked if $loverPronounDirect found a potential spouse, $loverPronounDirect says yes." That did sound confusing. "And this has Stepmother furious?" "Well, Victoria tried to reminisce with the $loverChoice about their dance and $loverPronounIndirect Highness looked at her as though they'd never met before, let alone danced." Marigold grinned then with visible effort calmed her expression. "Today there was an announcement that the $loverChoice will be looking for $loverPronounIndirect chosen partner by searching for a shoe." You stopped short, ice creeping through your veins. "A shoe?" Marigold stopped too. "Yes. It's very perplexing. No one understands at all." She gave a small knowing smile. "Mother doesn't like what she doesn't understand." "When will $loverPronounIndirect Highness begin the search?" you asked. Marigold shrugged. "Today or tomorrow or something. I forget the exact day. [[Soon."->ab3]]

You walked into the village later that afternoon, hoping to find out more. (if:$b1 is "true")[Of course your first port of call was Mr Caldwell. He met you in his office with a broad smile. You exchanged pleasantries, then you launched into your efforts at the ball. He nodded and took note of your new contacts. "It's interesting you should mention the ball," he said. "Have you heard? The $loverChoice met someone $loverPronounDirect liked and is searching for (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[her](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[him]." As you'd hoped, he'd heard about it. You leaned back in your chair, aiming for a casual air. "Yes! I heard something about a shoe?" "Ah, that's the strangest part. The $loverChoice is using a shoe as a means of finding this person." He shook his head. "Royalty can be very strange in their whims. I'd say it was mere gossip, but the sign on the village noticeboard mentions the shoe too." You looked up in surprise. "A sign?" "The proclamation. The $loverChoice will search all villages within a day's ride of the castle, this mysterious shoe in hand, and all young (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[women](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[men] are required to present themselves. If they have the partner of the shoe, all the better." He chuckled. "The young (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[woman](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[man] in question had better save the $loverChoice the trouble and present (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[her](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[him]self." Then it was true. The courtier you'd met, Ash, was in fact the $loverChoice. And the shoe had to be the one you'd left on the stairs. Its partner sat in your hiding place, a cavity under a loose floorboard where you kept the things you didn't want your stepmother or the servants to find. You'd danced with the $loverChoice. (if:(history: where its name contains "11p6")'s length is 1)[You'd //kissed// the $loverChoice. ]You'd talked for hours with the $loverChoice. //Ash// indeed. "Indeed," you said absently. "What a strange business." "We'll see it ourselves within the week, I'm sure," he added. "A few days, probably." "A few days?" "Our village is but an hour or so from the castle." Mr Caldwell leaned forward. "Are you well, $playertitle?" "Quite well," you replied. He eyed you knowingly, but tapped his desk. "I will be in contact with these new persons you met. Thank you again, $playertitle." You made your goodbyes and left the office, your mind churning over the $loverChoice and [[the search.->ab4]]](else:)[It wasn't difficult: there were signs outside the village hall and on notice boards. You joined a group of villagers around one such sign and peered over their shoulders. The sign said the $loverChoice would search each village within a day's travel of the castle, searching for the owner of a particular shoe. Every young (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[woman](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[man] was required to present themselves with the partner of the shoe if they had it. "It says it right there," the (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[miller's son](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[baker's daughter] pointed out. "A shoe! Now what could that be about?" "I've shoes enough, but none that the $loverChoice could've gotten one of," the (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[baker's daughter](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[miller's son] replied. It was undeniable now: the courtier you'd met, Ash, was in fact the $loverChoice. And the shoe had to be the one you'd left on the stairs. Its partner sat in your hiding place, a cavity under a loose floorboard where you kept the things you didn't want your stepmother or the servants to find. You'd danced with the $loverChoice. (if:(history: where its name contains "11p6")'s length is 1)[You'd //kissed// the $loverChoice. ]You'd talked for hours with the $loverChoice. //Ash// indeed. "I tell you what," the (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[baker's daughter](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[miller's son] said, "if I'd left one of my shoes with the $loverChoice and $loverPronounDirect decided to gallivant around the country looking for me, I'd save meself the embarrassment and take meself over right quick." The (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[miller's son](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[baker's daughter] nodded. "Aye. What a palaver." You turned away, mind churning. Your village is an hour or so, no more, from the castle. The $loverChoice would arrive in a matter of days. [[What were you going to do?->ab4]]]

(text-style:"emboss","tall")[Y]ou waited anxiously at home for days. You did your chores badly. (if:$b1 is "true")[You forgot to answer business correspondence. ]No one seemed to notice, as they too were distracted by the news. The servants talked of little else but the $loverChoice and $loverPronounIndirect search for a shoe. Your stepmother stormed around the house, fretting over the state of the portraits and display cabinets, while your stepsisters disembowelled their closets looking for the perfect outfit to meet the $loverChoice. For, as your stepmother said daily, the $loverChoice could always change $loverPronounIndirect mind, and nothing changed a person's mind like a vision of beauty. While she was right, you thought privately that Victoria and Marigold weren't the vision this particular $loverChoice would find compelling. You'd danced with Ash. You'd spoken with (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him].(if:(history: where its name contains "11p8-pvarset")'s length is 1)[ Not just about yourselves and the party, but about $loverPronounIndirect duty. You'd kissed (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him].] Though you barely knew (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him], you thought $loverPronounDirect would see right through such machinations. [[And finally, $loverPronounDirect arrived at your village.->ab5]]

You'd just finished setting out breakfast when the cook shouted for you from the kitchen, her tone urgent and panicked. You went down and saw her waving away one of the greengrocer's children. "What is it?" you asked, your stomach preemptively knotting itself. "The $loverChoice is here!" She went to you and grasped your hands. "There's a royal entourage in the village green. Go, now, and take your shoe with you." You blinked at her. "But - you - how -" "Oh, child, I wasn't born yesterday. Do you think we didn't notice you returning barefoot? One missing shoe?" She (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[tucked a bit of hair behind your ear](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[straightened your shirt]. "If you hurry, the mistress won't miss you." "I won't forget this," you said. You turned and ran as quietly as you could to your room. Once in it, you closed the door and pulled up the loose floorboard. You reached for the shoe and paused at an odd sound. [[It sounded like a key turning in the lock.->ab6]]

You stood and went to the door, testing it. Locked. Dread and fear swelled in you and you pushed against the door. It didn't budge. "Don't bother," your stepmother said on the other side of it. You stilled. "Stepmother? What are you doing?" "Just until the $loverChoice has left the village." Her smug voice grated at you anew, in a way it never had before. Had she always sounded so bitter? So empty? And how had she known? "Do you hate me this much?" you asked. "You think Victoria and Marigold (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[can't stand on their own before](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[stand a chance with] the $loverChoice?" "I will do whatever's necessary to give them their opportunity with $loverPronounIndirect Highness," she replied. "And yes, I do." Her brisk footsteps sounded and [[you slumped to the floor in shock.->ab7]]

You're not sure why you were so surprised. Her anger was familiar, her pettiness and favouritism a daily occurrence, and yet you somehow had never fathomed just how much she hated you. The years of arguments and orders stood clearly before you now, as clear as the locked door in front of your face. You, the master's (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[daughter](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[son], relegated to the role of a servant. Whatever drove your stepmother - insecurity, ambition, greed, jealousy - it had long gone beyond the needs of the estate and family. And no matter how obedient or obliging you'd been, no matter how hard you'd worked or how respectful you'd been, she'd never been satisfied. She wanted you here, you realised. Literally here, on the floor, in the cold attic room. Tucked away, kept in the place she decided was best for you. When you were young and stricken with grief, you perhaps had few other choices than to listen to her. But were you not grown, now? Hadn't you danced with a $loverChoice? You remained your father's child. You were able to make your own decisions about your place in the world. [[And it wasn't on the floor of this forgotten room.->ab8]]

You stood on your feet and regarded the door. She had no doubt taken the key, but perhaps you could fiddle with the lock or the handle. You went through your meagre possessions and searched the room. You found and assembled a twisted piece of wire, a few nails, your bedsheets, the loose floorboard, and a wooden door wedge. [[You stood in front of these items and considered.->ab9]]

(if:visits >= 2)[That didn't work. ]What seemed most promising? (if:(history: where its name contains "wire")'s length is 1)[~~The twisted piece of wire~~](else:)[[[The twisted piece of wire->wire]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "nails")'s length is 1)[~~The few nails~~](else:)[[[The few nails->nails]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "sheets")'s length is 1)[~~Your bedsheets~~](else:)[[[Your bedsheets->sheets]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "plank")'s length is 1)[~~The loose floorboard~~](else:)[[[The loose floorboard->plank]]] [[The wooden door wedge->wedge]]

The wire could possibly pick the lock. You'd never done such a thing, but now was surely the time to try. You pushed the wire into the lock and began twisting and turning it. The lock creaked and rattled, but there was no clicking noise that might mean release. When you pulled the wire out, it had twisted and bent even further. [[Useless.->ab9]]

You cradled the nails in the palm of your hand. They had sharp ends and you wondered if you could loosen the door handle. You chose the longest nail and worked it under the edges of the door handle. The handle was secured well to the wood of the door, and wouldn't budge even a little. You tried using the same nail to manipulate the lock, but that also didn't work. In frustration, you marched to the window and threw the nails outside, then spun and [[returned to the door.->ab9]]

You eyed the sheets, then went to the window. Outside was a small section of roof, then a three-storey drop. Perhaps you could attempt to climb out. You knotted the sheets together and opened the window. You carefully climbed out and inched down the roof to its edge. Looking over to the courtyard below, your stomach swooped and you clung to the shingles in fear. It looked a //long// drop. And your sheets seemed thin and worn in the bright daylight. This wasn't a good idea. You left the sheets on the roof and [[crawled back into your room.->ab9]]

The plank was sturdy. You hefted it up and regarded the door. You tried wedging it between the door and its frame. The frame cracked and splintered, but the door didn't. You tried ramming the lock with the plank. The handle fell off, but the lock held firm. Desperate now, you kept ramming the lock. (if:(history: where its name contains "nails")'s length is 1)[Perhaps the nails had loosened it after all, for it wiggled and loosened. ]But despite many attempts, the lock remained stubbornly in place. [[You threw down the plank and groaned in frustration.->ab9]]

You turned your attention to the wedge. It was blocky and strong. You tried wedging it around the door near the lock with the aim of working it between the lock itself and the frame. (if:(history: where its name contains "nails")'s length is 1)[(if:(history: where its name contains "plank")'s length is 1)[ Your efforts with the nails and the plank finally proved useful: the lock was loosened enough, and the frame cracked enough, that you could force the wedge past the lock, knocking it back and [[opening the door.->ab10]]]](else:)[You couldn't quite work it in. Stepping back, you wondered where else you could use the wedge. You kicked it under the door, and the door lifted up, touching the top of the frame. How helpful. The shine on the hinges caught your attention. You kept them well-greased, and you realised you could see the bolts around which the hinges moved. Inspecting them, you realised that you could draw the bolts out. With some effort and a few broken fingernails. you pulled out the bolts and the door leaned open, [[held to the frame by the lock.->ab10]]]

You retrieved the shoe, put it in your pocket, then left the room. You went silently down the servants' staircase, aiming to leave by the kitchen door so that you could run into the village without being spotted. However, you heard voices in the front parlour. You sneaked to the corner of the main corridor and peered around to view the entrance. The front door was open, showing a number of horses and guards wearing uniforms. The $loverChoice was //here//. Heart thumping, shoe heavy against your leg, you walked to the parlour. "Wearing it isn't the point," a gruff voice said from within. "This is a farce that proves nothing." You took a deep breath, then pushed the door open and [[stepped inside.->ab11]]

"But look, my foot //fits//!" Marigold was saying as you entered. You found Marigold and Victoria seated on the sofa in their finest silk dresses, and your stepmother behind them, watching proceedings with her steely eyes. Kneeling in front of Marigold was a guard, the glass-soled slipper in his hand, and Marigold's bare foot in the slipper. Standing a few paces away from the guard was Ash. Seeing (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[her](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[him] again knocked a breath from you. In the daylight, $loverPronounIndirect $loverHair (if:$loverHair is "russet")[red](if:$loverFeatures is "tawny")[dark](if:$loverFeatures is "ebony")[black](if:$loverFeatures is "golden")[wheaten] hair shone brilliantly and $loverPronounIndirect (if:$loverFeatures is "elfin, dramatic")[elfin](if:$loverFeatures is "lean, sharp")[sharp](if:$loverFeatures is "strong, laconic")[strong](if:$loverFeatures is "soft, intelligent")[intelligent] face seemed, somehow, (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[lovelier](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[more handsome] than you remembered. Everyone turned to look at you, and your stepmother's hands clenched on the back of the sofa. "No one summoned you. Get out." Ash didn't seem to hear her, for $loverPronounIndirect expression brightened and $loverPronounDirect walked over to you immediately. "There you are," $loverPronounDirect said, as though you'd only been separated a few minutes. Despite your efforts over the past few hours, you couldn't help smiling. "Hello again." "What is this?" Victoria demanded. "That's just the serving (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[girl](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[boy]!" Ash's expression turned furious and [[$loverPronounDirect spun around.->ab12]]

"When I asked if there were any (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[other] young (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[women](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[men] in this house, you said there weren't," $loverPronounDirect said. "(if:$playertitle is "my lord")[Then you kept us here overlong with nonsense. ]Am I to understand that you lied to us?" Your stepfamily froze, and you watched your stepmother's jaw work. One guard cleared her throat. "(if:(history: where its name contains "sheets")'s length is 1)[I did spot some odd-looking sheets near a top window outside, and h](else:)[H]eard some noises from upstairs. Desperate ones." "My stepmother locked me in my room," you said. Ash's stiff back belied $loverPronounIndirect calm tone. "You have deceived the crown, and your punishment will be fitting." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] gestured at Marigold. "The shoe." The guard plucked it off her foot and handed it to the $loverChoice. [[Ash turned back to you.->ab13]]

(if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] held it aloft, eyebrows raised. You pulled its partner out of your pocket, and everyone in the room seemed to react at once. Victoria surged to her feet, shrieking. Marigold sank back into the sofa with a loud, sulky grunt. Your stepmother rounded the sofa, only to be blocked by two guards. The remaining guard sighed in relief, then stepped between Ash and your family. Your hand was scratched and bruised, blood smeared from cuts, and you thought your (if:$playertitle is "my lady")[mother](if:$playertitle is "my lord")[father]'s slipper deserved finer handling. Ash reached for your free hand - as abused as the one holding your shoe - and lifted it to $loverPronounIndirect lips. Your breath froze in your lungs. [["Your Highness?"->ab14]]

"I am relieved beyond measure to have finally found you." Ash's eyes gazed into yours, unwavering and bright. "I hoped you would be here. No lanterns in the village." You squeezed $loverPronounIndirect hand. "I am overjoyed to see you again, your Highness. But why seek me? And why the shoe?" "I didn't need this shoe to find you." Ash lowered your hand and let it go. "It's so distinctive, however, that I trusted it more than my memory of your face." (if:$loverChoice is "princess")[She](if:$loverChoice is "prince")[He] shook $loverPronounIndirect head. "I shouldn't have worried. You are as lovely in the daylight as you are by starlight." Your heart raced and your cheeks flamed. You stood in your grubby workclothes, exposed in the light of day, and somehow Ash didn't care. "As for finding you . . ." Ash glanced shyly at the shoe. [["I have an important question for you."->proposal]]

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