" In a few minutes, she stood outside Friedrich’s room. She had never been inside before—mostly because she had no reason to. He rarely used his rooms in the royal palace, and after they were married, they would have joint quarters. Now, however, Cinderella had a sneaking suspicion. “Your Grace!” a lady’s maid shrieked when Cinderella pushed the doors open. “Yes, it is as I thought.” She entered the room, although she barely had enough space to walk in. “Your Grace, this might be a little unseemly,” Margrit said. Cinderella pointed to a beautiful writing desk. “That was mine,” she announced. “And I would recognize this rug anywhere. That horse statue used to stand in my parlor—it’s a sculpture of a riding horse I used to have. The tapestry, bookshelf, wall hangings, everything is… "

― K.M. Shea , Cinderella and the Colonel (Timeless Fairy Tales, #3)