Rapunzel's Mom's Name Novels & Stories

I raised a brow not ready to start a battle this early, “it’s a pleasure to meet you to, mother Gothel.” Her brows creased in solid anger but held out a forced smile, she let out a wicked sigh heading to the cushion, “oh... Rapunzel, why didn’t you lay down your hair? I heard your knight in shining armor displayed a dramatic stunt while trying to help you and now you have the guts to lay down in bed like he didn’t just risk his life for you.” Her tone became harsher each minute words escaped her mouth, but I wasn’t going to let her have the last laugh.

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

She kept making eye contact with Zander. Zander gulped hard! "So what did my mom's research have to do with Zander's mom?" "Abigail was already a good friend of mine, and your mom would camp out in the woods at nights, searching for the mysterious wolf that left the gigantic paw print." "So Zander's mom's name was Abigail?" I always thought Abigail was a pretty name.

Rune's parents are in the picture as well, speaking to my father who seems to be fumbling with what resembles a speaker. My mother's dark brows are furrows. "How do these things work? Such complicated sets of cords," she mutters, adjusting the flaps of her elegant coat that matches the maroon tailored one my father is wearing. "Mom?" I say, voice breathy and hoarse, but I don't think they can hear me yet, or see us. "Aha!" Queen Zephyr jubilates and she straightens when she realizes we can see them. "Astrid, my dear, have you been well? I heard what happened and--"

The Empress looked the blond boy in the eye. "That is very curious. Weren't you there? But let us move on to something more important. Who is my father?" Alaron prodded. "You know I cannot answer that." Aurora refused to be cowed. "Cannot or will not?" The Prince asked with a superior air. When the woman stayed silent, he sighed. "Fine, tell them the answer to this question and I will let you off the hook. Who is my mother?" Aurora's hard facade softened, "Your mother is the same as mine. Her name was Zephyra."

“I don’t know. I don’t have any proof regarding that but golden wolves are too rare to be found. Our ancestors used to say that those wolves were magical.” “Magical?” “Yes! Do you know the story of Rapunzel?”, She asked, to which I quickly nodded my head. “Well, Rapunzel's mother was not the only one who had drank the medicine made up of those magical flowers. At the same time, one of the Luna in that period was terribly sick and she had drunk the same medicine during her pregnancy and then the pup born from her had the first golden wolf. And that wolf had the power to heal others.”

mom says coming into Olli's room, she walks right toward me and gives me a tight hug, as tight as my broken ribs allowed her to, she kisses the top of my head, and checks me up. "I had some work to do," she says. "What kind of work?" I ask her with an eye roll, she must have had something more important. "I was out with fey business," she says. "What kind of business mom?" I repeat confused, she never does any business with them, how come today? "Someone started the rumour of the queen trying to hurt their princess, Caspian's daughter, things aren't looking too good for their queen," Mom says with a smile on her face.

So why wasn’t she around now? Something had to have happened to her for her not to be in his life now. Something bad. “I know you have a question,” Sven says from behind me, his voice low but cutting. “Ask.” I hesitate. Then say, “Your mum. I know you loved her, but is she dead now? And which of King Yangtze's kids was she? I will probably have heard of her.” “Her name was Guinevere Yangtze,” he replies and that name sends dread through my spine.

She went back to speaking to mom. “Jade’s mother and I were very close. Remember the elf from the Flamell branch? We were like sisters. She became the Queen of the Flamell before it had fallen. She fell right along with it. She had a daughter. That daughter is Jade. Only Jade isn’t her name and she doesn’t know her story yet.” “That would make Jade the lost queen. Oh that poor girl. I thought you and that friend had a falling out or something because I hadn’t seen her in forever. Oh my goodness mother I’m so sorry.” My mother said.

And no ordinary fairy at that, a royal one. “That totally makes sense now,” I start, “Raven's mother, a human, died years ago and she never knew her father. Her mother said he died right after she was born.” The blood from the prince’s face slowly drained until he looked white as a ghost. “What was her name??” He asked hoarsely. I looked around at my companions. “Bella? Did Raven tell you her mothers name?” I ask. She nodded her head. Then she spoke to me in her head: