Hello again! Welcome to my story. As I said in the summary, this is technically a sequel to my other story "My New Dream," though I think that if you've seen the movie, you should be able to understand this without any difficulty. Well, I really haven't got a clue about what to write next, so I'd love some ideas. If there are little things that you'd like to see me include in this story, please review or send me a PM to let me know. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't feel bad about correcting errors or giving me feedback.

Okay, well anyway, this is basically just a little prologue. The chapters will probably be longer than this later on, so don't be discouraged by how short this is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tangled or any of the characters.

The topic of living "happily ever after" first crossed my mind after a normal day at the orphanage where I'd grown up. Rapunzel and I had started visiting the cozy building shortly after our marriage. She was supportive of my desire to help out all the kids there. I knew what it was like to feel alone, abandoned and misunderstood, and I really didn't want any of the little ones to turn to a life of crime like I had (although I couldn't deny that those years of my life had been extremely thrilling).

So Rapunzel and I would pop over when the kingdom wasn't demanding our full attention. She would go off with all the young girls doing whatever young girls do, and I would pull out the book still hidden under the floorboards beneath my old bed. The boys would all make excited, eager noises as they glimpsed the cover. In gold, loopy writing, the title shone brightly in the afternoon sun: The Tales of Flynnigan Rider.

Each time we visited the orphanage, I would read another one of the short stories contained within the book. After about a year of trips, though we could only stop by once or twice a month, I found myself reading the very last narrative.

"And, with his sword on his hip, his money in his satchel, and lightness in his heart, Flynnigan Rider left that town for the last time. He hopped on his horse and rode off into the distance with the setting sun shining at his back," I concluded.

"What happened next?" one of the younger boys asked eagerly. His name was something like Timmy or Jimmy or perhaps Johnny, and he could have been no older than six years old.

I was about to tell Timmy-Jimmy-Johnny that nothing happened next, that the story was over, but then Rapunzel and the little girls trotted back into the room. They hovered by the doorway, waiting for me to finish up.

"Well," I told the kid, my eyes fixed on Rapunzel the whole time, "you see, Flynnigan Rider met a girl."

"A girl?" another boy asked, his face scrunching up in disgust. He was still at the girls-all-have-cooties-and-are-really-icky stage in his childhood.

I nodded. "But not just any girl. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She had big green eyes that sparkled when she smiled, and she was the kindest and most generous person in the world. She made him laugh, made him better, and he settled down with her."

"But didn't he want to have adventures anymore? You can't take a girl on adventures," the cootie-fearing kid said.

"Oh, no, because Rider realized that being with this girl was just as exciting—no, even more exciting—than any of his adventures. And she was so fantastic that she did come with when he decided that he wanted to go out and have fun or cause some trouble."

Timmy-Jimmy-Johnny's eyes widened with interest. He seemed completely fascinated by this new development in the story. "So he met the girl…then what?"

This time it was Rapunzel who answered. She had a small smile on her lips as she responded, "Well, then they lived happily ever after."

That was the first time I pondered the concept of "happily ever after." If that was a real thing, then I was sure that I was living it. I was a prince, I had married the most wonderful girl in the world, and there was literally nothing in my life that I could complain about. I was in a state of complete, untainted bliss.

Then it struck me: my whole existence was one big fairytale. Everyone always said so, but now the idea seemed much more real. I thought about how we'd gotten to that point, how my life had ended up being so flawless.

I guess it all started after Gothel's death. Rapunzel had saved me, then she had kissed me, and after that we had gone to reunite her with her parents. But like I said, that's just how it started. So much more happened after that, and all of it led up to what I suppose you'd call my "happily ever after."

Well, there's not much left to say except this: my name is Eugene Fitzherbert, and this is the rest of my story.

Please review! Tell me what you think and please suggest things for future chapters.