Prince Charming and Cinderella

I am Lucy Pevensie. If you're wondering this is another Cinderella story. My step-brother and step-sister, Peter and Susan despised me. I was eight when my father married a woman four years younger than him. She was envious of my charm and beauty just like in the story of Cinderella. Two week after the marriage, my father died of a stroke and left me the house and all the possessions in it but I did not know then. My jealous step-mother forbade me to see the will and said, "I am afraid he forgot to mention you, Lucy."

I was in tears. What was wrong with me? Did I not deserve anything? Peter and Susan were sniggering as they saw me move my things to the attic. I felt worthless. Would no one in the world care for me? I sat on my bed. "Why did you have to go, Daddy?" I pleaded. I held myself and lay on the bed. The worst would strike tomorrow…I didn't want it to but it would. My stepmother rang the bell in the morning at seven and I had to get up. I got dressed and went to work in the house. I was to make breakfast for them. The rest of the maids and housemen were all whispering as I entered the kitchen looking distressed. "Aren't you supposed to be in the dining room with the rest?" one asked. I shook my head.

"I'm now a servant…" I replied, quietly. I started boiling water. My stepmother wanted three hard boiled eggs, Susan wanted two soft-boiled and one hard-boiled. Peter wanted four hard-boiled eggs. I was quiet the whole morning. As I brought the breakfast out, stepmother was reading the newspapers. I accidentally dropped an egg by Susan's feet. "How dare you?! These are my most expensive shoes!" she shrieked. The first slap stung. "You're just trying to take revenge aren't you?" she yelled, slapping me again. Before I could drop the rest of the eggs, she put them on the table. I felt guilty of dropping the egg. I wasn't taking revenge. I was told to obey orders and live under my own house as a maid. Peter looked at me warningly to back away. I obeyed and fled for the kitchen, embarrassed at my first mistake. "That should teach her…" Susan sneered, cleaning her silky red shoes carefully with a napkin.

Everything that day had turned upside down. I saw the King's carriage go by. He looked so handsome. "Who's his name?" I asked the kitchen lady.

"That—is King Edmund the Just. A very handsome fellow, eh?"

I nodded. I wouldn't mind working for the King. Ah, who am I kidding? My stepmother would never let me work anywhere else. The carriage stopped in the market. He got out. I felt myself blush when he looked over.
"Hello," he said. "What's your name?"

Susan got in front of me. "That's our stepsister, Lucy; I love my sister and she always helps around the house even though she doesn't have to. I'm Susan."

Edmund cringed. Did Susan always have to ruin everything for me? I shouldn't think those thoughts but I did. "I was talking to Lucy." He demanded. Susan stared at him wide-eyed.

"Why would you talk to her?"

"I am King; I am allowed to speak to anyone whom I wish, Susan."

Susan left to go find jewelry. "Is she always like this?" he asked.

"I've really got to get to my stepmother she is ill and told me to hurry. I am sorry. It was a pleasure meeting you, your majesty."

"Edmund…"

"What?"

"Call me Edmund."

I smiled and went back home to work. That night, I couldn't stop thinking about Edmund. He was –after all—my King of Narnia. It was difficult for me to even sleep but I managed. I actually wanted to see Edmund again tomorrow. Stepmother would forbid it if she ever found out. For once, I was happy.