shellyBell

Eugene smiled upon the moment, but only for that second. He looked at the family pleased to see her so happy, but internally terrified. Any moment now her parents would see him and call the guards, just as in his haunting thoughts of late. And so the vision began as the Queen looked up. She was lifting her hand out, probably to signal the arresting guards. No, wait, a change, she was offering her palm to him. Well she was royalty after all; she's got manners enough to thank the man who brought her daughter back, before sending him to his doom. Cordially, he took her hand in the most gentile fashion he could muster. They obviously they were

The morning after was always the worst. At least the festival brought back the joy of the princess' birth, but the next day was only ever filled with a dull depression of loss. Distracted by unfulfilled dreams the Queen and King of Corona appreciated a light work load on that day. They enjoyed each others' company as they always did, waiting for the rain clouds in their heads to pass, as the sun shone brightly just beyond the window they found themselves gazing out of. They longed to be able to talk merrily of the gorgeous celebration of the night before, just as the commoners below did, but they could never find the courage in them. They coo

Meticulously quick Eugene snuck past the palace walls and skirted behind shrubbery all the way to the main entrance where Rapunzel stood at now, awkwardly trying to begin conversing with the guard on duty. It was understandable that she was nervous; she hadn't talked to many people yet, not to mention how does one tell a person they are a princess? Something must have caught her eye, because her head swiveled in his direction and she immediately found his hiding spot. Her tentative grimace morphed into a beaming grin to see him. He silently chuckled then nudged his head subtly to the blissfully unaware guard. Promptly she turned back to her t

They walked a long while, sticking closely to each other; a hand always around a waist or on a shoulder, Rapunzel would only stray from Eugene's side briefly to pick a flower or two to add to the daisy chain she was creating. He was always reluctant to let her go for even the moment, but his heart flipped when she rushed back into the nook under his arm and chest.  He was such a sap. "So I was thinking," Eugene began nonchalantly, talking to fill time, "your tear went inside me, you think maybe-," "You don't have superpowers!!" She cut him off loudly, amused. "Oh come on, humor me a little, would you?!" He urged. "You think," she said

"What have I missed?" She asked glancing around the forest. "Ah same old, same old," Eugene shrugged with a smirk, "Double rainbows, singing animals, dancing trees, the usual." "A Double Rainbow really?!" "All the things I mention and you choose the rainbow?" "I'm not familiar enough with animals or trees, rainbows I know. Besides, trees do dance, in the wind, and I've known Pascal to hum a tune now and again. A double rainbow sounds very impressive." "Sure," Eugene chuckled, "How was your nap?" "Fine, I'm feeling a lot better now, actually," she took a deep breath in to show how well rested she was. "Good," He agreed softly. "

Rapunzel's stories of her past filled Eugene with heart breaking sympathy. And yet, he admired her more. So much injustice had been imposed upon her. One would think a person locked in a tower for eighteen years would give in to insanity, or at the very least embitterment. But she remained so genuine and, despite her current woe, was optimistic for the future, so intent on beginning this new chapter of her life with her true family. And her goodness, though he only knew the woman mere minutes, Rapunzel's keeper had certainly not imposed any of her traits upon the girl. Perhaps there was a slight bias; the whole issue of stabbing was hard to g

Queen Leanora sat high on the balcony of her palace, admiring the vast kingdom she ruled with her king. It was her favorite place from which to look out over the village, and watch her citizens, one of her favorite pastimes. After her daughter's kidnapping, it was all she could do, watch over them as if they were her children, each one of them so beloved to her. Though, today her joy seemed wane, as the sun hovered strikingly bright in the last few hours of afternoon of a very important anniversary. Now, she didn't know how to feel. On one level, the festival always filled her with swelling bliss, reminding her of the very first lantern sh

Their eyes met for a moment in this shared relief, their noses centimeters apart. And they laughed, with uncontrollable gaiety, until their sides hurt and even then continued on. One of Eugene's arms collapsed in his hysterics, freeing Rapunzel from the cage it had created. She placed a hand on his shoulder and the other one the rough bark of the tree for support. Their glee subsided to sporadic small chuckles, as the caught their breath and swiped water from their eyes. "That was actually fun!" Rapunzel finally said. "You see, this would have been our lives all the time," He said with feigned longing, taking a careful seat on the branch

"Do you think it will grow back?" Perhaps ending the silence was a mistake. Eugene had nearly forgotten the first five hours of their previous road trip, consisting of Rapunzel's drastic mood swings, of her giggling euphoria, and then suddenly scrunched into the fetal position. He was a little surprised that she was still on the whole hair thing. So many more important events had happened, he wondered if she was avoiding them by focusing her attentions on her hair. He decided to humor her; the rest would come out in time he rationalized. "Sure, why wouldn't it?" "Well, there was that one strand from before I can even remember, that wa

Another scream of laughter came from Rapunzel, then and mass leapt out into the trail before them. Eugene froze and Rapunzel ceased every noise she was making. "Unhand the maiden, you fiend!" It was Eugene's favorite rival, second favorite, really, Max was his first, but they seemed on rather good terms for the time being. The Captain of the guards was seated pompously on an equally pompous mare with a beige coat, blocking their way, "I repeat, Rider, I've got you surrounded now release the girl, and surrender," he said, snapping his fingers signaling archers who cropped up from the bushes around them, "Really Rider, I'm surprised. You mana