AGH.

So, going over what I wrote today, I have on major observation:

When the hell did I start rewriting Cinderella/Beauty and the Beast?

Summary of events: Margarethe's mother dies when she is very little. Her father remarries to Lady Mairwen* and Mairwen sends her away to a place where she works in the kitchen garden. Her father arranges her marriage to a guy she imagines as beastly but whom she eventually falls in love with. And then, and THEN! Because Margarethe had been in the nunnery for so long with no funding for clothes or anything, she comes to them in a shabby brown cotte, and Mairwen gives her a cast-off gown of hers, which is ripped and frayed all to hell and back. A good fairy servant at the manor tells Margarethe not to worry about it, because she and the other good fairies and mice servants will mend it good as new. Only they make it better than it was before.

I know I keep saying that romances have to be fairy tales to some extent, but I didn't mean it that literally, folks.

_{*The overwhelming winner in the poll.}