It's been a very long time since our story has been told. No, wait, our story has never been told. Ever since The Prince fell in love with Cinderella... our lives have not been what you would imagine. The Tremains, me: Lady Tremain and my daughters: Anastasia and Drizella Tremian, it's our turn to tell our sides of the story that you think you know ever so well.



I married Cinderella's father after my first husband died of alcohol poisoning. I never loved that man; I only married him to please my parents, who died soon after my wedding. Anyway, I did love Cinderella's father. He treated me like you should treat your wife. And he acted like Anastasia and Drizella were his own. That rumor, that I killed him, that is NOT true. He died of pneumonia soon after he came home from a trip to the north.

The death of my husband was as hard on me as it was Cinderella. When he died, I couldn't even bare leave our house and Cinderella refused to even leave her bedroom. I didn't see her for at least two, three weeks.

When we both had recovered mostly, I couldn't look at her. I couldn't. She resembled her father too much: the dark eyebrows, the long eyelashes, curly blonde hair, high defined cheek bones. It was too much. I forced her to clean the chimneys' so ash and soot covered the face I couldn't bare look at. She cleaned the whole house every day without a single word of protest.

My daughters and I, we did treat her terribly. Absolutely no doubt about it, I couldn't help myself. I thought I would stop as soon as I started, but I didn't. I had forced her to clean and treated her terribly for so long, I couldn't stop. It was like an addiction, somewhat pleasing, but slowing killing you.

My daughters were young when I started treating Cinderella like I did, so they thought it was okay. It's my fault, not theirs, I raised them like that.

After Cinderella snuck off to the ball and married the Prince, the whole kingdom learned of how horrid we were. Cinderella didn't tell them, she... loved us too much. I know how insane it sounds, but she does. After all we did to her, she loved us still. We were the only family she had. But, we didn't show up to the Royal Wedding, or anything she invited us too. People started asking questions, making up scenarios. Cinderella had told the Prince what had happened as a child, so he knew. He understood why we did it, but to his wife that he loved so much, he was furious. He told the truth to the people, but without all the sympathetic details.

The people of the kingdom started raiding our home, nearly killing us. But, who saved the day? Cinderella. She stopped the mob; I don’t know what she said. Finally, the people reluctantly left us alone.

She came into the house to make sure we were all alright, and at first I couldn't look at her, and neither could my daughters. When she thought she wasn't going to get a reaction from us, she turned to leave, but I called out to her. "WAIT!" She turned back to us; I was looking at her now.

I stood up out of my chair and walked to her. I had realized what did wrong, not that I didn't know that treating her like that was awful. But I realized that after her father died, I should have cherished her. I only had two things left from him: my wedding ring, and Cinderella. "Yes, I'm fine," I laughed and I threw my arms around her. She was in shock for a moment; I had never hugged her like this in her memory. Although, she soon smiled and hugged me back. Anastasia and Drizella must have realized my mistake also because they joined this family hug.

Cinderella comes to visit us at least twice a week, teaching us how to clean and cook. We had never done it before; we either had a maid or Cinderella to do it for us. The people finally began to think better of us and didn’t give us a hard time when we showed our faces in public.

When Cinderella and the Prince had their first baby, we were the first to see her. Beautiful baby girl, she looks exactly like her mother. Curly blonde hair, high defined cheek bones, dark eye brows; though she had her father’s green eyes.


As I said, our lives are much different than you could imagine. You would think Cinderella would hate us; the people would never even let us leave our house; our house would be a total wreck. But Cinderella loves us; we are welcomed in the public of the kingdom; and house is as clean as it was when Cinderella cleaned it. Our life was a little fairy tale in its self.