As they rode back home Anastasia deeply dreaded what could happen to her sister. She felt awfully quiet as the armor she had just used to speak with the prince started to wear off. A part of her wanted to cry out of sheer frustration, the other part would not let her be caught dead doing so.
'one more thing' she found herself having the strength to say as they approached the door from the house. 'Please, please, spare my sister from having to shop any part of herself to try to make a stupid shoe fit her. She has no idea what's coming for her'.
'I don't think there are words to what your mother made you do, and I will gladly do everything I can to prevent your sister to undergo anything similar.' the prince said.
To Anastasia he did. He had the power to do so against her mother. He mentioned that Drizela was truly not the person he danced with. He humiliated her. He said that, even if she had been the one wearing the mask he would never marry her because he didn't want to. Sharp words that would cut as a knife any armor or self of self-worth that Drizella had. In the word she and Anastaisa had grown up in, beauty was everything. Drizella would remember the princes words forever, and will remenber how he rejected her before being able to try on a stupid shoe. Anastasia just stood there and looked, finding solace on the fact that, onlike her, her sister would at least be able to walk without any troubles for the rest of her life.
To her credit, Drizela showed no weakness. She kept quiet, waited the appropriate amount of time before speaking, and only did so to excuse herself. Probably to lock herself in her room crying Anastasia thought. Weakeness, of any kind would always be published. Dri went upstairs to hide her pain - to hide the softest most wounded parts of herself. Anastasia made promise to herself then. That night, she would show Drizela her cut toe. She would show her just exactly she had been spared from. Anastasia could only hope she would understand.
'have you no other daughter?' the prince asked.
"No," said the man, "only my dead wife left behind her a little stunted Cinderella; it is impossible that she can be the bride."
To this, Anastasia and the prince, both, could not help but smile. It had been easier than expected.
'Go fetch her' the prince said.
"Oh no! she is much too dirty, I could not let her be seen." Mrs. Tremaine said.
'Go fetch her.' The prince repeated. This time he did slow slower. As if to say 'did I stutter?'
Anastasia's smile grew wider out of amusement. Seeing her mother being called off like this. It turns out that when a person repeats a command that was just denied, it is highly annoying, but also highly effective. Bruce didn't flinch before setting off to the pigeon house to find the very small woman that had cause such a loud impression.