jbilcke-hf/ai-comic-factory · [Comic] Cinderella Once, there lived a sweet tempered girl whose name was Cinderella....(When the Prince’s servants came to the house where Cinderella lived, her horr)

Story prompt:

Cinderella Once, there lived a sweet tempered girl whose name was Cinderella. Unfortunately, her mother died young, and her father married again. His second wife had a sharp temper and her two daughters were just like her. In a word - horrid. The horrid sisters loved to boss Cinderella. The first said: “Cinders! It’s your job to clean the fireplace. That’s why you’re called Cinders! Get it?” And before she had finished sweeping the grate, the second sister said, “Cinders! Don’t dawdle. Light up the fire and make me a hot bath with sweet smelling candles!” And as she was heating the bath, the horrid mother said, “Cinders! Why haven’t you been to the market yet?” All day long, Cinderella swept, and scrubbed, and fetched and carried. In winter, the young ladies were invited to the Royal Ball. For a whole month they tried on taffeta ball gowns, frilly petticoats, and strappy shoes. It was Cinderella, of course, who helped them in and out of their rich costumes, and who pressed and folded everything. Her own clothes were practically rags. The big night came and poor Cinderella was left at home, sitting alone by the fireplace. A mouse came up to her and said, “Dear, dear, don’t fret. A good fairy is outside, and she says that you shall go to the ball.”

Style/character prompt:

When the Prince’s servants came to the house where Cinderella lived, her horrid sisters were eager to try on the slipper. “It fits me perfectly,” said the first, but she could not shove her heal inside. “You can call me, ‘Your Royal Highness’ because my foot fits better,” said the second. But it was clear that her foot was even less able to slip into the slipper. The royal servant looked up and saw Cinderella sitting by the fireplace that she had been cleaning. There was a bit of soot on her nose, and it made her face all the more charming. He said: “Would you care to try on the shoe, miss?” “Why bother with her? She’s just the maid,” said the horrid sisters’ mother. “I would like to try, thank you,” said Cinderella. Her foot slipped in perfectly. “Who would have thought it? Our quest is complete,” declared the royal servant. “What?” exclaimed the mother. “You’ve got to be kidding!” “You idiot, you’ve got the wrong girl,” protested the horrid sisters. But the servant was already calling for the coachman to take Cinderella to the palace, dressed in her rags, exactly as she was, and wearing her normal shoe on one foot, and her dancing slipper on the other. As Cinderella left the house, the mother of the horrid girls cried out, “Good riddance! We’ve had enough of your cheek!” But Cinderella knew that she had found true love, and the very next day, she and the prince were wed, and the bells rang out all over the land.

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