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"Thank you." "Hairband?" Her voice sounds serious but her eyes twinkle when she looks up at me, so I know she's happy and I love teasing her. "Nope, it looks beautiful all messy." I slide it onto my wrist with a snap. "It's still wet and you're costing me a fortune in bands you know." She laughs, sliding another out of her pocket and quickly tying her hair back again. "Then leave it down, Rapunzel." I hook my finger through the band, stealing it away with a wink.

Yolanda Returns Rapunzel Awakens the Rose - Sleeping Beauty has hair of roses, violet slumber in an ivy tower encastled with cool granite, the princess dreams of dragons and sword fights, some penitent knight making a pilgrimage to her bedside to kiss the princess of clouds and honey awake, but instead of a gentleman caller amongst the briars, in on a dappled horse comes riding a golden maid, as the sun rises over the enchanted forest, Rapunzel of the long-flowing locks loops her braid around the windowsill, climbs with sinew and muscle in a pink dress up to Sleeping Beauty’s bower, and Rapunzel

The once blonde hair shedding itself off into a golden, longer version that was almost similar to Rapunzel’s. “Lena is the treasure?” I whispered, a sharp breath escaping my lips.

Being born in Enchantria and having the chance to know amazing enchanters like them. Lena suddenly took my hands and danced with me in the middle of the crowd. I happily went with her who drags me all around our yard while being greeted by different people. Everyone knows me, that didn’t surprised me though. I am a half-fairy, one of the rarest demi-human that exists in Enchantria. People like me once lived in Centrevia, the main and the center land of Enchantria. Fairies and half-fairies yields ice magic which is very rare. Only fairies and royal bloods possess this unique magic so I’m deeply honored. My mother didn’t became a half-fairy because her mom is a pure human who’s an Air wizard.

Her elegance was making the mirror to go Aww . Her beautiful doe like eyes were adorned with some glamorous liner. The peach tinted lips and her plump cheeks making her face looks like a miracle. Her long hair Cascade down to her lower back . She was looking like a Rapunzel. Haris's Rapunzel. She was busy in admiring her self. Her dramatic nature was lost somewhere today. She wants to feel the love embrace today. She wants to look something more than good today . For him . She was just busy in adoring her beauty when Harus entered the room .

Her adorable feature for the little girl that she is. “What are you going to do with your own hair?” “Well, I am simply planning of letting it loose and just put on this red ruby and purple amethyst sakura hairpin to both sides of my hair, like this.” Farah showed Marie, simple and only take three steps to do. Yet, it was fascinating and beautiful, especially since the ornament pops her silver hair and gray eyes even more. “You look like a snow princess Farah.” “Thank you.” She smiles proudly at the compliment that she receives. Looking at herself in the mirror and a bit reminiscing the memories from the last loop of six where she was with the two most important people in her life. The two g

No way! “Do you not know Cinderella?” They shook their head as I continued to ask without stopping “Rapunzel? Moana? Aurora? Elsa? Mulan? Ariel? Belle—” “Wait! Wait! Who are these people? It’s unexpected that you know a lot of people we don’t.” That’s when I squealed excitedly. “Oh my gosh! Evander! I already know what to do!” He looked at me in surprise as I took both of his hands. I twirled joyfully around the room and jumped excitedly while laughing loudly. Yes! I have a plan now!

I ruffled her hair slightly and continued, “go on and make your pick. I’ll get some snacks and join you.” When I returned to the living room, Isla was already setting up the space. “Naomi! You’re finally free!” she squealed, jumping up and down. “I’m free,” I confirmed, smiling genuinely now. This was the easy, uncomplicated part of my life. “Which one is it tonight, Izzy? Tangled or Moana?” I asked as I carefully set down the loads of junk I had brought from the pantry. “Tangled!” she declared, holding up the DVD triumphantly. “I love Rapunzel because she has really long hair.” She added dreamily.

“I don't know….I…people tell me that. But when I was little, I hated my eyes.” Alexander frowned. “Why?” “They said I looked like a witch.” Alexander blinked. “A witch?” “Yeah. The green-eyed witch,” Rosa shrugged. Alexander chuckled. Children could be silly. “You know who else has green eyes?” Alexander said, watching her lick her ice cream slowly. “Who?” She asked, her eyes still on the ice cream. “Princess Rapunzel.” Rosa's eyes went to him, shocked. She never expected him to say that. He gently smiled at her and Rosa blinked. Her fingers tightened around the spoon.

“Nice to meet you, Rue Rue but we would both be in trouble if you get caught entering here.” “Fine. Can I see you tomorrow before I leave?” A yes stayed at the tip of my tongue but I knew the dangers. I wasn’t stupid. “No. Remember, trouble.” She poured cutely. It took a lot not to keep her in my pocket. “Fine. Bye, Rapunzel.” “Rue Rue, where are you? You know daddy said not to leave the living room,” the other girl – I suppose her name is Ginny – said. “I’m here!” Rue Rue limped to the door, a mischievous smile on her face.