Hi. I decided to write a Tangled fan fiction, and came up with this idea... Since it's my first Tangled fic, please be nice, and no flames. :) Enjoy!
Princess Lillian Fitzherbert. It was the first thing that came out of Rapunzel's mouth when she saw her. The brown-eyed, blonde-haired infant gazed up at her, and Rapunzel smiled. Neither she nor Eugene knew why she had the hair she had, but neither of them really cared. Rapunzel held her child in her arms, and gently kissed her tiny nose. When Eugene held her, she curled her tiny fingers around his large one.
When she was two, she would sit in the gardens of the castle in her little white dress, and play in the mud. Her handmaid would sigh in annoyance because she had to wash the thick tresses of golden hair, and scrub the mud out of the dress. Rapunzel would simply laugh at the muddy little face, glad that her daughter was able to play outside as a child.
For her fourth birthday, she asked the royal chef, to make her a simple, one tier, vanilla cake, with pink frosting, and a picture of Pascal in the centre. The chef asked Eugene whether he should make it four tiers, with different coloured frosting on each layer, and little pink sugar roses around the edge. Eugene asked Rapunzel, who asked Lillian, who pouted and said she wanted one tier, pink frosting, and Pascal – but he could add the roses if he really wanted to.
Rapunzel's favourite moments with Lillian were when they had the castle entirely to themselves – or so it seemed. Everyone was there, only halls, and halls away. They would sit in the library or nursery; a warm, cosy fire in the fireplace, Lillian snuggled on her mother's lap, and Rapunzel stroking her hair as she read her the next exciting adventure. Lillian loved the stories, and her favourite was of a man named Flynnigan Rider, and she always asked where his next adventure would take him. When they finally finished the stories, Rapunzel would simply make up exciting tales about him, and Lillian would close her big brown eyes, and picture all the excitement and danger in her mind.
Eugene spent time with his daughter by taking her on rides through the forests. Rapunzel insisted on coming along until she was a few months after her fifth birthday, just to make sure he kept her safe. Lillian held onto the mane of the horse, laughing as they galloped through the trees, and into a small clearing they always stopped at. Then the horse would graze, while Lilly and Eugene played hide and seek, or just lay back on the grass, watching the clouds.
Much to the chef's dismay, Lillian would stand on a small stool in the kitchen, and watch him cook. Over the past few months, she'd been asking him to let her have the kitchen to herself, and bake something. He always said no; but that didn't stop her.
"Please!" she begged. "I'll have Mama give you gold!"
"No, no," the chef answered curtly. "You shall not cook in my kitchen. Maintenant laisser, s'il vous plaît!"
Lillian, who knew a little French, scowled, and ran out of the kitchen.
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