[ WP ] A happy ending that slowly becomes more and more dystopian .

So Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after... 
 
 That was until, the prince died of unknown causes. 
 
 Cinderella did n't handle the news well, to say the least. In fact, she was distraught beyond human comprehension. The citizens of the kingdom of their new queen had no idea that the prince was the only thing that kept her going every single day. The abuse the stepmother had dished out during her life had left a mark on her psyche, unbeknownst to anyone else but herself. 
 
 As it turned out, the prince had been poisoned. By one of her own servants no less. After the discovery, she demanded he would be made short work of. 
 
 His head, rotted and decaying, still made a wonderful decoration on her wall to this day. It almost looked as good as her mother's head, her face stuck in absolute terror and her cleanly removed feet hung in the room with her stepsisters' bodies. 
 
 It had been ten years since Cinderella became ruler of all the nations. 
 
 After summoning her fairy godmother, who had disapproved her actions but was bound to her will thanks to Cinderella's indulgence into black magic, she made short work of her enemies with massive dragons at her command and human-sized, immortal, rodent army. 
 
 It did n't take long before the surrounding nations began to announce their surrender for fear of her cruel retribution. 
 
 She sat on her throne, dressed in a satin dress, her eyes that once sparkled now glowering coldly at her citizens that toiled the land and worked to the bone. 
 
'Yes,' she thought,'this is the true reward for my work...' 
 
 A wicked smile began to form on her pretty face as she watched from her palace at the graying land beneath her. 
 
 The glass slippers she still wore, transparent and stainless, sparkled in the moonlight.
