The Broken Glass Slipper 👠 Cinderella got fairy godmother, Anastasia got neither - no fairy, no godmother, not even mother.. The slipper was a lie. Blood slicked its crystal curves as Anastasia Tremaine stood before the throne - not as a bride, but as a mutilated sacrifice. The Prince's face twisted in revulsion at her plain features, her mangled foot, her unforgivable ordinariness. Behind him, the black-eyed Duke watched with predatory stillness, his gaze lingering where others looked away. The air reeked of iron and betrayal. This was no fairytale. This was what happened when stepsisters carved their own endings from broken glass and royal contempt. Cinderella's glass slipper fits, but hers slits. One danced to vows, one crawled through glass— The only ‘fit’ that ever lasts.