"Today is the day, Pascal!" Rapunzel squeaked happily at her loyal chameleon friend. Pascal groaned and stuck his tongue out at her, still a bit sleepy. Rapunzel chuckled.
"Pascal, I'm getting married today. Remember?" she whispered.
That woke him up.
Chuckling, Rapunzel got up from bed and stretched her arms beside her. She went into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. Her expression was radiant. Her eyes were sparkling, her lips formed into a sweet smile. Even her skin seemed to be glowing with excitement.
In a few hours' time, she was going to be Mrs. Fitzherbert.
A tingling sensation spread over her as she started daydreaming of what being Mrs. Fitzherbert would mean (something she had been doing since Eugene proposed two months ago). It made her ecstatic to know that he would be hers and she would be his. Finally, after two years of beautiful, tender, and even amusing moments with Eugene (because really, who doesn't crack up when they spend time with him?), they were finally promising their lives to each other.
Rapunzel smiled at her own reflection. This was going to be a wonderful day. Taking her brush with a small hand, she started to comb her short, spiky brown hair. It was lovely and soft, and it did make her face seem older and more mature, but she had to admit, sometimes, she really missed her long blonde hair.
But before she could grieve for long, she heard a knock on her door.
"Princess? It's me, Violet. I have brought your breakfast so that we can get started with you."
Violet was the very kind maid who was in charge of helping Rapunzel prepare for the wedding. She was very easy to like, in fact, she and Rapunzel were almost like sisters. Except that Violet called Rapunzel 'princess' all the time and insisted she must enforce the title. Rapunzel usually scoffed or rolled her eyes at that because if... Gothel... ever taught her anything, it was that she -Rapunzel- was the worst candidate for being a princess. In fact, Gothel had described Rapunzel incapable of the role various times.
Gullible, ditsy, vague, sloppy, immature, naïve, clumsy, under dressed... Yep, those were usually the adjectives used to describe her.
"Princess Rapunzel?" Violet called again, snapping Rapunzel back into reality.
"Oh! Uh... Come in, Violet." she said faintly.
So 'mother' had been a bit unkind... But she was gone now, she wouldn't come back. Rapunzel sighed quietly but put on a bright smile. It was her wedding day; she wouldn't let Gothel spoil it, not now when she was dead.
"Ugh." Rapunzel shuddered.
Ok, bad wording.
Rapunzel walked out of the bathroom as Violet moved into her room. She was carrying a tray with an apple, some strawberry yoghurt, and a slice of bread. Rapunzel sighed gratefully. Now that she thought about it, she WAS a bit hungry.
"Thank you, Violet." Rapunzel said as she smiled.
"No problem, princess." she answered with a bow. "We need to get started on your hair and clothing."
There was something in her voice that made her sound as if she was amused but sorry at the same time. Rapunzel knew exactly why. Oh, no, she thought.
"I'm going to have to wear shoes, aren't I?" she asked sadly.
Violet simply laughed.
