The shoes fit perfectly. Fit so well and light that she could almost forget they exist—
One step… Two step… Three…
Was this also why she lost one of them, running down the palace stairs away from the Prince?
“Please, fair maiden! Stop!”
She heard the call. The startled gasp, too. And the heavy thud-thud-thud of a body tumbling down the stairs in all the wrong angles.
The glass shoe burst in the Prince’s hand. One last tumble and its orphaned heel had drilled into his heart.
Ella had since buried the other shoe.
The palace guards were still looking.
*Inspired by the prompt worst case scenario from The Daily Post.