"Wow," Eugene remarked, after he and Rapunzel had consummated their marriage.

"I know," Rapunzel sighed and giggled.

Eugene's soft brown hair was weighed down by his head on a cozy, goose-feathered pillow. Rapunzel was wrapped in the bed sheets, her head on Eugene's chest. Eugene reached down and placed a gentle kiss on Rapunzel's frayed chestnut-colored hair.

"You were great. I was amazing, but you were great." He wiggled down more into the bed.

"Oh, really?" Rapunzel sat up on their bed, holding herself up by her arms, staring down into Eugene's hazel eyes. "You were amazing while I was just great?" Rapunzel jumped off the bed and put her silky nightgown on.

"Come on, Bl-," he refrained himself from calling Rapunzel 'Blondie', which no longer fit her. Eugene closed one eye and called her by her name, a slight grimace to his smoulder. "-Rapunzel. I was just joking. We were both amazing. I can't wait to do it again."

"Well, you'll be waiting for a long time to do it again." She said stubbornly, going over to the window and sitting down in it.

"Oh, come on, Rapunzel… I love you. You know I love you… more than my own life. I proved that to you up in that tower." Eugene pointed out, remembering the stab wound he'd survived because of Rapunzel's magical tears.

Rapunzel was shaking.

"Hey, you okay?" Eugene asked, concern filling his voice, as well as softening.

She turned around in the window; her huge green eyes were swimming. "Yeah, I'm fine," her voice shook. She hoped the darkness of the night would hide her tears.

"No, you're not," Eugene observed, noticing the tears in her eyes. He gently placed his thumb under her emerald eyes and took her head between his hands and began to wipe away her tears. He couldn't bear seeing her weep. "You're crying. What's wrong?"

"I… I just want to forget that whole day."

Eugene was shocked. "Why?"

"Because you died protecting me. You actually chose to die rather than let me be taken captive by Gothel again."

"And I'd do it again, in a heartbeat, if it meant keeping you safe. That's how much I love you. You were my new dream and still are." He wrapped his strong arms around the sniffling woman, his wife, his best friend, his Rapunzel. "Do me a favor, Flower?" he asked, his jaw atop her head.

And with that, their fight was over. "I like my new name," when he called her 'Flower', it was so different than when Gothel would call her that. It was full of love, compassion and respect, something Gothel didn't have for her. "What would you like me to do for you?"

"Come back to bed and sing me that song. You know, the one that healed my palm?"

"I'd rather not sing that song." She moved over to the bed, removed her nightgown, and, once again, climbed into bed, naked.

"Please?" Eugene asked, making a puppy dog pout with his lips.

"Oh, all right. But," she said, her fingers playing with his chest, "only for you. Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine… Heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine… What once was mine," her voice quavered with hurt and sadness, one Eugene couldn't understand. But, he was stunned by what he saw.

Eugene tried to climb up out of bed. "Rapunzel…" his voice grew higher with each syllable of her name. "Your hair… i… it glowed again. Sing once more… for me?" he pleaded.

She began her song of healing with a sigh, "Flower gleam and glow,"

"Stop," Eugene begged. "Glow. When you hit that note and sing that word… your hair glows. I can't explain it!" He grew frustrated and let out a groan. "Can you?"

She half-laughed, nervously, "No… it must be the power from the magic golden flower that healed my mother so many years ago."

"When she was pregnant with you?"

"Yeah." She covered up her feet with the bed sheet. Her frame was small enough to be fully covered and, still, envelop her tiny feet with. A small tear fell from her lashes. "Eugene," she asked. "Would you still have loved me if I hadn't had been royalty?"

"Most definitely. In fact, I was shocked when you told me you were. Me? I'm only a common thief,"

"Not anymore," Rapunzel interjected.

"Let me finish. I'm only a common thief, who has reformed his ways, but that's all I am, Rapunzel…" he took her hand in his, "common… and you… you're a princess. How could I have ever thought that your parents would accept me into their family? And, most of all, how could I have expected you to stay in love with me? I'm no good for you," he started to dress, while Rapunzel watched with curious eyes.

"Where are you going?"

"Outside. I need some air." And to think, he thought.

"Eugene, I need you," she shied away. "I'll always need you. You are still my new dream, too."

"And I love and need…" why did he have to add 'need'? Oh, well. It was already out. He might as well finish his sentence. "You, too, but right now I need to think."

"About what?"

"Several things. I'll see you in a bit." He added as he donned his black vest. "Remember; I love you… very much."

I love you very much

I love you more

I love you most

It came as natural to Rapunzel as brushing her hair. "Eugene!" she called. "I love you more."

What could he say that would rival 'more'? Most! That was good, "I love you most, Rapunzel!"