A/N: This fanfic is based off of my Tangled for a Flower fanfic. This does not follow the movie, but I hope you enjoy this glance into Gothel's life. I will include some quotes in this fanfic (some will show up in the middle of the fanfic like so:
"Hi, how are you? I'm glad you're reading my story :)." -KindHeartedWriter, Spur of the Moment
Here's number one at the bottom:
Chapter One
She looked up at mirror, looking for wrinkles. Her best friend, Willow Fennel was sitting down on one of her two dining chairs. Willow watched her with almond colored eyes. "Angel, why do you keep checking for wrinkles? Don't deny it, I know you are."
She scowled, and made wrinkles at the corner of her mouth. "You know why, Willow." She had always loved Willow's name. Willow was a flower, and meant mourning, but Willow Fennel was opposite of her name. She couldn't imagine why her mother would name Willow such a morbid name, but Willow never minded.
"People get old. It's natural." Willow exclaimed, pushing her long red velvet hair back. She stared around Angelinda's clean home. "You shouldn't fret. You still clean like your mother did." Willow's eyes fogged. "I remember when she used to make us clean our shoes before we put them back on. You used to hate it so much!"
Angelinda laughed at the memory, and the horrid wrinkles vanished. "She was only trying to help. Clean women are beautiful."
"I'm not clean."
"You're the only exception." Angelinda smiled at her friend.
"Ready to go?" Willow stood up, pulling down her light blue gown. Angelina looked down at her pale pink dress and tightened the laces. She turned back to the mirror and Willow groaned. "We'll be here another hour if you keep looking at yourself. You look fine!"
Angelinda looked at Willow for a moment, and stood up straight in the body length mirror. Her gown was long, and stopped above her ankles. Her curly hair was pulled back into an uncharacteristic braid, and her deep gray eyes with flecks of brown were bright. Willow was right; she might as well go.
"It's the first Kingdom Patrol ever. We should be early, not late!" Willow reprimanded her. They walked to the Square, pushing past couples and tiny families. The Square was still under construction, and Angelinda wanted to see one knight in particular.
The large crowd was loud, and it took several minutes for the King's musicians to get them quiet. The King was dressed in a deep purple robe with lighter purple patterns up and down the sleeves. A gold crown perched on his head made Angelinda's eyes water as the sun gleamed on it brightly.
A tiny family draped in deep purple robes walked into the middle of the Square, looking a little intimidated to be by the King. The woman held up a baby and announced, "The future Leader of the Knights: Alec Ruffins!"
The crowd cheered, and Angelinda saw the knight she was looking for: Alec's older brother. He was young, not yet seventeen –as was she- and looking blindingly handsome in shining white armor.
The young King held up a tiny baby girl and announced in a loud voice. "I give you Princess Leah Amelia Duname and her sister Stephanie!"
A young girl beside the King smiled when the crowd cheered her name. "Stephanie! Leah! Stephanie! Leah! Stephanie!"
Stephanie honey blonde hair and her deep gray eyes were bright with excitement. She shook in her little purple gown and held her head high.
The King, the family, and Stephanie walked to Angelinda, and she felt Willow nudge her sharply. She put on a welcoming smile and was dumbfounded when the royal crowd stood on both sides of her and Willow. She caught Willow's eyes and saw them widen.
"Onward!" The King yelled, startling Angelinda. The knights on the horses surged forward. Angelinda caught Alex's eye as he followed the knights, and her skin turned red.
They stayed in the Square until the knights came back. Willow and Angelinda remembered to nod at the royal crowd beside them, and then they struggled to get to the vendors.
Willow sank down on a bench. "They stood right next to us!"
Angelinda was still seeing Alex Ruffin's eyes. "Stephanie is going to be a great queen."
Willow nodded. "She's the oldest, so she must be in line first." Willow stood up, shaking. "Want anything?"
"A roll of bread." Angelinda handed Willow a gold coin. Willow walked off to the vendors, and Angelinda rubbed sweat from her forehead.
Someone sat down next to her and she looked up to see warm brown eyes. She was too stunned to speak.
Alex Ruffin smiled at her. "Hi, Angelinda, is it?"
Angelinda nodded. "Angelinda Gothel."
"Can I call you Linda?"
Angelinda shrugged, and her mind was flooding with warmth. She had liked Alex Ruffins since she had first seen him working in the Stables. He had been tending to a foal named Maximus, and she was feeding the horses extra apples and had bumped into him.
"Linda is fine," she looked at the soft hair framing Alex's tan face. She wiped her hands nonchalantly on her dress.
"Nervous?" Alex was very perceptive.
"The King was right next to me," Angelinda said quickly, hoping he wouldn't pick up on her feelings for him.
Alex grabbed her chin gently and tilted her face to his. His brown eyes were playful. "Don't be afraid of me. I'll see you later?"
Angelinda barely had time to nod before he was gone. Willow sat down, her eyes narrowed. "Was that Alex?"
Wordlessly, Angelinda nodded. Willow handed her a warm roll of bread, and Angelinda could hardly taste it.
Alex Ruffins was bold, playful, and a mystery. She wanted to know more about him.
"Love's the sweetest feeling. Openly believing." -Various Artists, Fire in the Water
