Note: This story contains characters from Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Peter Pan, Pocahontas, Sinbad, Snow White, Tangled, The Little Mermaid and Treasure Planet; with appearances by characters from many other movies. Mostly canon couples with only a couple of crossover couples.
Cinderella set the bucket down on the marble floor of the castle foyer and then slowly sank to her knees. She stuck the scrubbing brush into the soapy water and then immediately began scrubbing the floor. Every morning began the same way. Around her were a couple other servants. She didn't know most of them by name since Queen Gothel was constantly firing servant after servant and replacing them. Right now a male servant was cleaning the windows while a female servant was placing fresh flowers in the crystal vases that lined the tables along the walls. Behind her she heard the scratching sound of the broom bristles on the stone stairs.
Cinderella glanced back at the young woman sweeping the stairs. Her name was Snow White. She was younger than Cinderella by a couple years, but has been a servant in the castle longer than anyone else. Cinderella became a servant in the castle a four years ago and Snow White was just twelve-years-old then. She had told Cinderella that she started working here when she was very young and has lived in the servants quarters since she was a baby. The two girls became good friends right away.
The front doors to the castle burst open, startling Cinderella. She dropped her scrubbing brush and looked up. The oldest prince, Charming, hurried inside hardly noticing any of the servants. He made his way across the foyer with great haste. As he made his way towards Cinderella, she tried to warn him about the wet floor, but he ignored her. As he hurried passed her, he slipped. Cinderella tried to catch him, but she wasn't fast enough and he landed hard on his back. A still silence fell over the foyer as the servants all stared at the prince.
"Are you all right, your majesty?" Cinderella asked.
"Look what you did!" The head of the household, Prudence, stormed over to Cinderella and seized her arm, pulling her to her feet. She then turned to face Charming. "I'm so sorry about this, highness. Her step mother forced her on us and she's been incompetent and a thorn in my side ever since. Apologize, girl!"
"I-I'm sorry," Cinderella stammered, though she knew this wasn't actually her fault.
"I'm sure the queen would like to have a word with you about this." Prudence roughly led Cinderella up the stairs. As they passed Snow White she gave Cinderella a reassuring smile. Count on Snow White to be optimistic about everything. Prudence tightened her grip on her arm as they made their way down the hall.
They stopped outside a room and Prudence knocked on the door. A young girl answered the door; she was also a new servant that Cinderella didn't recognize.
"I need to have a word with the queen," Prudence said.
The girl nodded slightly and stepped out of the way. Prudence pushed passed her, pulling Cinderella in behind her. The queen was standing near a large window, reading a scroll. She glanced up at Prudence and Cinderella.
"What is it now, Prudence?" Queen Gothel asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
"This servant tripped Prince Charming," Prudence told her, pushing Cinderella forward.
Cinderella's eyes grew wide. "I-"
"Shut up!" Queen Gothel snarled. She set the scroll down and faced Prudence. "I will deal with her, Prudence."
Prudence nodded and turned to walk away.
"Oh, and Prudence?"
Prudence turned around. "Yes, your majesty?"
"Tighten up and keep your servants in line or I'll find someone else who can."
Prudence's face went pale. "Yes, your majesty." She turned and quickly left the room.
Gothel eyed Cinderella, then turned towards the young girl who was now standing in the corner with her head down. "Eilonwy, dear, fetch my stick."
Eilonwy nodded then walked over to a large cabinet and opened the doors. Cinderella glanced over at her, but couldn't see inside the cabinet. Eilonwy reached inside and pulled out what looked like a long walking stick. She handed it to the queen, then returned to the corner.
Gothel narrowed her eyes at Cinderella. "Turn around and undo the back of your top."
Cinderella bit her lip and turned around. She slowly reached behind her and unbuttoned her top. She let it fall off her shoulders, but held it up in front so only her back was exposed. Gothel walked towards her, the sound of the heels of her shoes on the marble seemed to echo through the room. Cinderella closed her eyes and braced herself.
Cinderella received ten lashings, each one more painful than the last. She gripped her shirt tightly and fought back the tears.
"Put your clothes back on," Gothel said when she was finished. "And get back to work."
Cinderella carefully buttoned up her top, wincing in pain. She then hurried out of the room. As she made her way back down the hall, she ran into Charming. She gave him a small curtsy, and continued on her way.
"Wait!" Charming called after her.
Cinderella turned around. "Yes, your majesty?"
Charming hesitated. He ran a hand over his short, dark hair. "I'm sorry about earlier. I hope your punishment wasn't too severe."
"Ten lashings." Cinderella hadn't meant for her tone to sound harsh and accusing, but still that's how it came out.
"This is my fault," he said.
"Yes it is." Cinderella almost immediately regretted saying it. She took a step towards him and lowered her voice. "I warned you about the wet floor and because you wouldn't listen to me, I got ten lashings from your mother."
"Step mother," Charming corrected.
"That's not the point. You are a prince, you should learn how to take some responsibility."
Charming was clearly taken aback. "You are out of line. A servant cannot talk to a prince like that."
Cinderella straightened up and kept eye contact with the prince. The truth was in the last four years that she had been working for Charming she had actually fallen for him. There were times when he acted spoiled and really got on her nerves, but he was very kind and handsome. Cinderella was determined to make him see her as an equal and not as a lowly servant.
"I may be a servant, your highness, but I'm still a person."