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Elliot	By : Lollers Category: +1 through F > Cinderella (Disney) > Cinderella (Disney) Views: 3792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Cinderella(Disney) or any of it's franchise. I also do not make any profit off of these stories. Characters and plot within this story are vaguely based off of the movie, Cinderella.

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I need to escape…
Staring grimly at the bubbles on the floor, Elliot dumped his rag back into the bucket before wringing out the water.
For years, he had dreamed about running away, leaving the estate, the town, the kingdom behind. And he's even attempted it. However, his step-mother was true to her word. Each and every time, he would be spotted by a friend of Lady Tremaine and they would alert the guards. He would be handed to Lady Tremaine on the doorsteps and she would give them gracious words and offer them tea. The week following, the corridors seemed amuck with dirt, every dish would be used within a day, and laundry would increase tenfold.
Of course, Elliot hadn't given up hope; no, he tried time and time again. Soon, the whole kingdom knew of the 'heartsick child's' escapades. And slowly, his attempts for freedom dwindled down. It had been a little more than a year since his last runaway. He planned on trying just once more, but the moment just hadn't presented itself.
Plopping the rag on the floor, he scrubbed at the already pristine cleaned tile angrily. He was so engaged with his furious scrubbing that, when the loud knock sounded from the door, he jumped up hastily, knocking his pale of water over in the process.
Clucking his tongue, he gloomily stared down at his drenched pant leg, before looking towards the door. Mr. Scott shouldn't be here this soon… frowning, Elliot walked forward, opening the door to peer at the visitor. He instantly paled.
It was a messenger with a letter.
Staring warily at the purple and gold outfitted Watchman, he was only slightly relieved to note that it wasn't the same fellow from five years ago. The man peered through the door, taking in the ratty attire of Elliot, before looking past his thin frame into the rest of the house.
"Is… Lady Tremaine at home? I have urgent letters for her and her daughters."
Elliot stared at him blankly, considering whether he should allow the man inside, simply take the letters, or close the door in his face. Closing the door held the most appeal.
Muscles tensing to shut the door, he nearly moved, when a voice sounded behind him.
"Elliot? Whatever are you doing?" Cringing, Elli allowed his hand to fall from the handle, stepping back. Anastasia stared down at the messenger, curious, before grinning. Picking up the hem of her skirts, she raced down the stairs. "Mother would be crossed if you turned this gentleman away." She scolded.
"She would be crossed if she saw you dash down those stairs…" he countered under his breath, stepping further back to allow the man in. The Watchman gave him a hesitant look, before stepping through the threshold with his regained haughtiness.
"Pardon me, ma'am. I have important letters from the castle. Care to show me to Lady Tremaine?" Anastasia look nearly giddy with excitement over the mention of the castle. Elliot suspected the only thing that kept her from squealing was his quip about her conduct.
Smothering her grin, she folded her hands in front of her and turned to smile sweetly at Elliot. His eyes narrowed. "Elli," she began, causing a gruesome shiver to run down his spine. He was only Elli when someone they wanted to impress was nearby. "Show this gentleman to the study room; Drizella and Mother are currently in there, waiting for Mr. Scott's arrival. Afterwards, fetch some scones and tea for the man; he must be parched from the ride over."
The sugar-sweet voice rubbed Elliot in such a way, he couldn't help but to answer back. "But you didn't say please." Anastasia's eyes widened momentarily in shock before narrowing in apprehension; she gave a quick glance out of the corner of her eyes at the messenger, her smile strained. The blonde knew his chores were going to be a bit harder to accomplish for the next few days, if the evil glint in her eyes were anything to go by. He just hope that she wouldn't stoop to leaving a window open during a rainy day or guiding the pigs indoors.
Deciding to just comply before things turned for the worse, Elliot inclined his head, turning to the side to gesture towards the grand staircase. "Follow me, sir." Walking forward, he didn't bother to ensure the messenger was following, but the heavy clod of his boots upon the floor was audible throughout the quiet house. Elli fumed at the thought of cleaning the floors again because of the clouts insistence on handing the missives to Lady Tremaine in person.
He knocked on the door lightly. Balancing the tray of tea and scones, Elliot stepped away from the door and waited for the response, glancing briefly down the hall towards the door at the sound of the front door closing. He frowned; did the messenger leave already? Not that he could really blame him… it had been nearly a half an hour since he showed him to the study before rushing away to prepare the scones.
"Enter."
Steeling himself from shrinking at the cold voice of his step-mother, he opened the door, casting an eye around the room. Anastasia and Drizella were currently clustered together, clucking back and forth about the prince, the letters, and dresses. Lady Tremaine was perched on a lush chair in a shadowed corner, eyes nearly glowing as she stared at the letter. The messenger was nowhere in sight.
Stepping in, he walked over to a small table near the middle of the room, placing the tray upon it and immediately began pouring three cups of tea; the fourth, he would have to take back to the kitchen. It seemed, however, no one was interested in reprimanding him for his tardiness, not that it was his fault anyways. Baking fresh scones for a simple messenger couldn't possibly be ready in a few minutes after his arrival.
"Mother, oh mother, we haven't a single dress to wear!" Drizella cried out in dismay, her voice teetering on the edge of panicked squeaking.
"Oh, why couldn't they have given these to us sooner? The ball is tomorrow. I can't possibly have a new dress tailored by then. Why, with the rags I own, the prince isn't going to spare me a single thought!" Anastasia nearly did cry. Elliot rolled his eyes heavenward. No dresses? Rags? Then what had he been washing, ironing, mending, and sewing over the years. He bit his tongue from letting out a dry remark; no, speaking now would do no good. Especially with Lady Tremaine here… he thought warily, eyeballing her.
"Girls," the lady purred coldly, standing up. Lucifer slinked out of the shadows from beneath the chair, sitting by her feet with an air of arrogance that Elliot was positive cats weren't supposed to possess. "calm yourselves. That is no way for a lady to act." Finally, the icy gaze settled on Elliot, acknowledging his presence in the room. "Have you finished scrubbing the floors? Sweeping the chimneys? Washing the drapes?"
The blonde opened his mouth to retort. "How could I? I've been busy-" he stopped his angry response midsentence as Lady Tremaine's fine eyebrow rose to her hairline. He dropped his gaze, biting his inner cheek. "I'll get right to it, madam…" he muttered, backing out of the room with the extra cup in his hand. His ears burned at the snickering coming from his step sisters.
Closing the door gently, Elliot leaned against the hard wood for a moment, listening intently.
"Mother, we must send for the seamstress. I need a new dress." Drizella whined.
"Alright, my sweet angels. I'll send for Ms. Tots." A pause. "Girls, Mr. Scott will be here any moment. Stop this foolishness and begin voice exercises."
Deciding nothing of interest was to be said, Elliot pushed away from the door, heading towards the stairs to finish the floor. However, his mind raced at the thought of the ball. Oh, he had no intentions in attending. Lady Tremaine and the girls, however, seemed to have their hearts set on it. They would be gone for a numerous amount of hours tomorrow, along with half the kingdom. That will be my chance…
A grin crept onto Elliot's face. He couldn't wait for the ball.
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