I've started to think that Cinderella never is going to marry me.

I found her after she'd kicked off her slipper. I helped her
Escape from her sisters and mother, from long days
Of drudgery. Now, she is here in the palace. She's radiant.
I watch her walk through the hallways in beautiful gowns,
But she passes my door. I'm told that she always ends up
At the scullery, keen to be close to a woman down there.
She doesn't like men, I've been told. That's a shame. I'm
Not sad that I saved her, but, truly, I'm sorry that she won't
Be marrying me.