A/N: Don't worry, I'm fairly certain this story will have a happy ending— again I just thought I would let you know. I'm still working out the finer details.

*Rapunzel*

I sat in a high backed, surprisingly comfortable chair, thinking. I had done this for about an hour already; sitting in the grand library, full of books with a large dome ceiling and windows that stretched up for forty or so feet; it was the best place in the castle for me to think.

How could I tell Eugene?

How could I tell Eugene that I was pregnant and that the baby very well could have my curse?

*Elyse*

The road was damp but I found it was still fairly easy to walk along without slipping, so I had been keeping up the same brisk pace since I had left Dalia. It was nearly noon but I didn't bother to stop, I could feel that he was close behind me, and it felt like he was closing the distance.

I held up the pace for five more minutes before I started to run.

I ran up a hill and saw a light up mile up ahead of me— light meant people, and people meant a way to escape— that light became hope to me, and unintentionally I slowed down. This was it. I could be free.

I then sprinted down the hill and ran toward that light; it felt like I was floating rather than running like the devil was on my heels. That feeling ended when something heavy hit my legs, dragging me down. I struggled and flipped over— oh crap.

It was the soldier!

"Now I have you Flower— and this time you aren't going to slip away." He growled, rolling me onto my stomach so he could tie my hands.

I was about to scream when suddenly, his weight disappeared from off of my back and a pair of feet appeared in front of my face. I was lifted up by my arms and set down on my feet, it was then I realized I was surrounded by about five very strong men who looked like they could easily pop off the soldiers head by squeezing their biceps.

One of the men started speaking in a language I didn't know, and the men started laughing. The man gestured to me and to the light, and gave the man nearest me some kind of command. I looked at the soldier who was already tied up and slung over one of the mens shoulders, and the man who had been given the order said something to me in a soothing tone and took my hand gently, leading me towards the light.

Had I really just been saved?

Could I really be that lucky?

Once we got to the light the men tied the soldier up to the back of one of their wagons, and I realized that these people were Gypsies. The light had been a roadside lamp— I really didn't know why the Gypsies put one there but I was glad they had. It felt like a beacon of some kind.

The camp itself was large, with brightly colored red and gold wagons, and lots of purple flags hung in between them with little suns on each of the flags. There must have been at least twenty wagons and each of the wagons had its own little lantern on it.

They sat me down and tried talking to me but all I could do was say I didn't understand what they were saying; I had never seen people so ready to accept someone. They started to say something over and over again, but I still really didn't understand.

The soldier spoke out to them in the same language, and they frowned but they listened, then a woman told the soldier and me something and the soldier nodded to her and said something that sounded like a 'thank you'.

The others instantly held up one of their hands and shouted, looking behind me, "Cristiano!"

I turned my head and looked to see a man with curly black hair and a tan complexion much like most of the camp, but he looked gently and actually looked like a just person— if a person really could look just. It was more like how you can tell a mean spirited person from a person who is kind hearted.

The man gasped and ran to me looking me in the eyes and murmuring, "La mia bambina." he stroked my cheek.

"He says you're his little girl." The soldier said from behind me, and I nearly laughed seeing he still had his hands tied together in front of him, but other than that he was free to walk around.

"My Father?"

Tears rolled down my cheeks onto the man's hand and my throat clenched— my mother had told me a long time ago before she died that my Father had been the son of a Gypsy man, so this man who looked so much like me— he had to be my father.

My Father asked the soldier another question and the soldier nodded and my father wrapped his arms around me and cried. The other Gypsies were hanging back, looking on at the scene with watery eyes and large smiles. I wrapped my arms around Father's neck and cried with him— for so long I had been alone with no one but my own shadow— except the soldier who had chased me.

When Father stood up he shouted something that made the soldier smile widely and made the other Gypsies jump and shout vigorously. The soldier turned to me smiling and laughed, "Your Father said 'let us celebrate the Princess of Gypsies'."

Princess.

I was a Princess.

A warm feeling spread through me and I felt like crying with happiness from all that had happened tonight, never stopping until I simply couldn't cry anymore. I belonged among these people— I wasn't just the daughter of an orphan thief, but a Princess of the Gypsies.

The woman, who had spoken to the soldier earlier, spoke again and this time the merriment ceased and Father looked at the soldier with a look of contempt. Father said one sentence and grabbed the soldier's shoulder.

"Wait— what did he say?"

The soldiers voice shook with fear, "I'm being taken to trial for attacking you."

A/N: I finally came up with a way to answer your questions and comments! Enjoy!

zukofan2005: Thanks for letting me know- I'll try and get another song in soon.

PampleMousse07: Yeah, and it gets better let me tell you.