[ The moment he pushes his hair back, recognition hits Malon like a bolt of lightning. It's him! The prince she danced with at that ball, when she was under that strange enchantment!
All this time, she thought he was just a figment of the spell, like Ingo and her evil stepsisters. ]
It's you...!
[ She stares at him, agape, as memories of the ball rush back to her. Thanks to the influence of the enchantment replacing Malon's memories with Cinderella's, the whole thing feels more like a dream than something she actually experienced. In fact, if it wasn't for the storybook she received that clearly depicted Malon on its pages, she probably would've just written the whole thing off as a dream.
But not only was it not, apparently neither was the Prince. ]
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All this time, she thought he was just a figment of the spell, like Ingo and her evil stepsisters. ]
It's you...!
[ She stares at him, agape, as memories of the ball rush back to her. Thanks to the influence of the enchantment replacing Malon's memories with Cinderella's, the whole thing feels more like a dream than something she actually experienced. In fact, if it wasn't for the storybook she received that clearly depicted Malon on its pages, she probably would've just written the whole thing off as a dream.
But not only was it not, apparently neither was the Prince. ]