In a time long ago, in a place before time, Cinderella sits among the ashes, her soft face covered in soot from the ashes. Hearing horses coming up to the house, she moves to the window, peaking through the shutters.
Prince Michael dismounts from his white stead as he looks around at his surroundings. Looking towards the house, Prince Michael sees her peaking out to him, he moves closer to the house beckoning her to come out to him.
Cinderella shyly slips out the door and into the yard, looking down at the ground her skimpy tattered dress barely covering her shapely body. Moving to the well, Cinderella draws the bucket of cool water up, taking the dipper she moves to the Prince offering it to him.
Taking the dipper from her, he drinks deeply from it, his eyes never leaving her, his mind racing as he knows that he must have her for always.
Prince Michael hands the dipper back to her, taking her wrist in his hand, drawing her closer to him, bending down softly kissing her soft lips as his hands start to slowly move over her soft skin. Prince Michael deepens the kiss as he holds her closer, her body melting to him.