Cinderella Alternate Ending

In my English class, we had to write an alternate ending to the classic tale of Cinderella. However, this was the Grim Brothers' version, so...

As Cinderella and her husband-to-be rode noisily towards the castle, birds flew threw the sky, away from the carriage. A sharp whistle pierced the air as a blunt, iron-tipped arrow smashed into the bulkhead of the wooden carriage. The horses at  the front reared, startled, and the driver, Henry, leaped for the blade strapped to the side of his seat, but an arrow caught him in the chest and he flew from his position atop the carriage.

The Prince poked his head from within the carriage and looked around, eyes wild. “Henry, my friend? Why have we stopped,” he called to the now dead servant.

Cinderella huddled within the carriage. She heard the arrow slam against the carriage, but the Prince was too eggheaded to realize that they were in obvious danger. She took in a sharp gasp as he stupidly exited the safety of the carriage, and into the open field . The door to the carriage slammed shut, and she heard a scuffle, and muffled cry. She leapt from her seat to try and shove the door open, to no avail. “My Prince? Are you there,” she called.

“All is fine, my darling. We’ll be off in a moment,” called an unfamiliar voice.

Cinderella began to worry. “That is not you my Prince, is it?”

Tis I, my dear,

Have no fear.

Tis I my heart ,

We will soon depart!

Cinderella was skeptical. She knew not whether this strange voice was truly her prince, rather than a treasonous imposter. Nonetheless, she drew forth all her courage, and pushed on the door once more. It gave way, this time, and when she exited the carriage then, into the bright sunlight, she saw a horrendous sight.

“My Prince,” she cried in horror, as she saw that he lay upon the ground, a knife protruding from his belly.

The bandits surrounded her and began to chant,

Tis I, my dear,

Have no fear,

Tis I, my heart,

We will soon depart!

Cinderella fell to her knees and began to weep, and the bandits began to revel, looting what was on the Prince’s person, as well as her own, and set fire to the carriage which they’d rode in on.

One of the bandits drew a nasty looking scimitar and swung it with uncareful ease. “You’re next, my dear, for with both Prince and wife-to-be dead, there will be no new king, and we’ll be freed from dread!”

Cinderella begged, and pleaded, and cried for God, and her mother, and even her step-mother, for any fate was not as worse as this.

Cinderella did not want to be dead, but alas, with a swift swing of the bandit’s blade, it was off with her head.