All roses have thorns, and while most don't realize it, these thorns are just as beautiful as the bloom at the top. The careful curve of the thorns that lay hidden beaneath the colorful canopies above seem almost sculpted when closely observed. Pain has a subtle beauty that only takes a good eye and heart to notice, such is the case of my most well-known escapade, Cinderella.
Forget what you think you know about my goddaughter. All you have been told is a lie. Her father did not die in a far away land, leaving her with her step mother, Vivian. She didn't even have two stepsisters. I confess I know where the idea comes from, but as the whole point of this- what is it called now?- 'blog' is to tell the truth of these tales, I will not waste your intellegence with the details of the conection.
Cinderella's father was murdered. Brutally.
Vivian is vicious, please remember this. She wasn't 'wicked' or 'unkind', she was vicious. She bewitched Cinderella's father using her silky feminine charms and somehow convinced him to marry her, then hired an assassin to murder him. When the report came to Cinderella, she was told that he had been found with his hand cut off and a dagger in his throat. No one ever found the hand, but I know where the hand went. Vivian had her assassin bring her the hand back as proof of his death.
Oh- forgive me, I must leave now. It appears I am needed else where. But please, stay with me. The truth must be heard.
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