Just a quick one-shot I've had in my head since I watched Tangled.
Little 5-year old Eugene Fitzherbert woke from his nap to the buzzing of the busy crowd outside. There was some kind of festival he had no idea about happening. He climbed off his bed and stumbled across the wooden floorboards to the orphanage window, standing cautiously, he stood on a tiny wooden stool and reached up to see the outside world he'd never known properly. It was bright and the streets were full of dancing people. It was strange. Everyone was cheering, 'The Princess has been born!'.
Eugene knew nothing of this. He jumped off the stool and ran to the orphanage mistress. "Miss!" he called. "Yes Eugene?" the tall lady with the white apron. "Why is everybody happy?" he asked. "The Princess of Corona was born, dear" she smiled. "Oh" he said. "Are you going back to bed? Or do you want to sit and watch on the doorstep?". "Doorstep!" he grinned. The young boy heaved open the huge door and perched on the middle stone step.
The people of Corona surrounded the orphan, dancing in circles and cheering out in celebration. It didn't make much sense to Eugene still. But then the tall villagers cleared, and the castle was in his view. The shining palace spoke out to him. That was what he wanted. He wanted to live in a castle one day, with a real family that loved him. He felt like he would do anything just to be living there, not in this cramped orphanage.
Eugene stared longingly again at the Royal Family's home, pouting, ashamed of his own life. He wished that he could be where the Princess was, he would do anything to trade lives with her...