“Well
you're here now,” the prince says, “That's what matters.”
“And
happy to be here,” the girl smiles warmly.
“Where
did you find her?” the prince asks Raven.
“She was
in the dungeon,” Raven replies, “Mixed in with the imposters.”
“Then
why did she not say something?” There is an accusing tone in the
prince's voice. He turns to the girl. “Why didn't you say
something? Let us know you were there?”
“My
mind, sire,” the girl replies, “It has not been my own, of late.
I did not know who I was, never mind where. If it weren't for this
fine guard I dare say I'd still be there.”
The prince
considers this for a moment, looking Raven up and down. “Fine,” he says eventually, “Now tell me,
what is your name.”
“Ella,”
she replies, “Though my sisters call me Cinders.”
