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"Zip... up... my hair..." This was all I could say before his large palm brushed up against my back. "Rapunzel" He mocked before pulling the zip down forcefully, yanking a few strands from my scalp and eliciting a painful yelp. Because of my long, silky hair, he used to call me this when we were kids. Today, however, the word Rupanzel was tinged with hatred and bitterness. "That was harsh," I said, putting my hand over my chest to keep my gown from slipping down.

Liam nodded. “We will need to leave early, not long after dawn,” Aien added. “Meet me at the stables at dawn then.” Aien’s attention wandered to the high table. Akyran had risen from his seat, preparing to leave the hall. “Excuse me,” Aien muttered under his breath and hurried across the hall to intercept him. “Is there anything else that you can tell me about the lady and the witch?” Liam asked, drawing my attention back to him. “Only that her name is Rapunzel, and her hair is magical,” I replied, my eyes returning to Aien, who was in an intense conversation with Akyran.

My toes got curled and I giggled. “But Flynn Rider wasn't a prince,” he said. “He does become a prince upon his marriage to Rapunzel, the princess of corona,” I clarified. He nodded, still smiling and I continued. “Their love at first sight was so mind-blowing that I tend to wish for something like that. Something magical,” I said with a day-dreaming expression. “That's for Cinderella story. There was no love at first sight in Tangled,” he corrected and my eyes flashed with surprise.

“Rapunzel flowers.” Marek nods once. “Camoanula Rapunculus. Also known as the Rapunzel flower. He plucked a handful, and the moment he did, the bush withered. It just died right there. It startled him, so he ran. He brought the flowers home and ground them into his Luna’s tea.” “And it worked?” “Better than anything ever had. She drank it once, and the illness stopped. Her strength returned. Her pregnancy stabilized. When the pup was born, she had the thickest hair anyone had ever seen—long, golden-blonde, with streaks of red like firelight.”

“What were you thinking? Rapunzel? Really? Hiding out in a tower like some lost fairytale?” Don laughed and began to circle him, with his hands clasped behind his back. “You mock it now, but I know exactly what I’m doing. A tower painted in pink and purple, gold-trimmed mirrors, soft lights… one might think it belonged to a woman obsessed with princesses. Maybe even one who cried over Rapunzel.”

"Oh, my god! Miss, please stop saying that. The only person I want to fuck is Rowan!" Zena looked genuinely disgusted at the idea of mating with Winston, so I asked, "But you two look close." "Of course we are close because we are siblings." "Really?" "Yes. Who would love to fuck your brother? We have the same father, and my mother is the alpha's real mate, but they can't get married right away because she came from another clan. Winston and Wendriel's mother are from the arranged marriage. That is why my hair is red and theirs is black. Hair color doesn't define strength. What if I shaved my hair, then I would be powerless? What am I, Rapunzel?"

“Turquoise? Well, that is a very pretty color and one that wasn’t on the rainbow I made earlier, so you being selfless and letting the others pick first has worked for you.” I pull another ball of light into my hand, then sprinkle the turquoise color into it before handing it to her. “Oooh, Daphne, it’s beautiful,” the other sprites say. “Thank you, Lady Maeve!” Daphne says and rushes to me hugging me. “You’re very welcome, Daphne. Have a great day.” “We will.” “Thank you.” “Goodbye.” “You’re incredible, do you know that?” Xander says, coming up behind me.

She pointed her perfectly manicured fingers to me. I rolled my eyes not caring if she saw me or not. It's not like I wanted to see her obnoxious friends. Whoops, she saw me roll my eyes. She gave me a killer glare and grabbed my hair in her fist. "I'm not joking, if you ruin this night for me, I'm going to make sure you see hell" she let me go when she felt I understood. I stood there and touched the place she yanked. That moment I wondered how Rapunzel survived every time the witch climbed her hair.

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 .

Emilia grasped her hands and began desperately, "W-We shared t-those meals with plastic toys at Mc Donalds on fridays and sometimes watched movies about princesses w-with the longest hair all night without sleeping a minute- what was her name again?" Rapunzel. As a kid, she had fantasized of being her and that her actual parents were the king and the queen who would take her away from the wretched poverty. But then again, her mother was no witch, quite opposite in fact who had given her all the freedom in the world and that had upset Marilyn. She didn't like the feeling of guilt. "No!" Marilyn shouted suddenly, her eyes fluttering open. She couldn't take it anymore- she couldn't hurt her mum