The small amount of sunlight helped keep the flower alive. The dark,gritty sand didn't touch her in her little haven she was given, though the Nightmare Lord would lurk nearby in the shadows,watching her as she would dangle her toes in the crystalline water. He remained ever silent, eyes narrowed and shoulder hunched. It often made him look like a vulture,the gilded flower would think. She wondered occasionally if the Black King was waiting for her to die, or to collapse before he would descended on her.
Thankfully,to the girl of the sun, that never happened. She dreaded when night came,however, afraid that perhaps on that night he would rock the inner workings of her mind with his nightmares,leaving black and sooty prints on her golden dreams,yet he never did. The king of Nightmares had a firm grip on his creatures' reins,his eyes glinting as he watched the flower,curled up for the night. He had considered letting them ravish her dreams, but something, a miniscule golden inkling deep inside, held him back. And as the days went by, the nightmare he held beside him those nights soon left,no longer a threat on his beloved drop of sun.
He could feel the others closing in. The wind would pick up, carrying a freezing breeze with it, tousling the girl's hair. She would sigh, small fingers tangling themselves in her golden curtain,as though yearning for something. His time was coming to an end,the clock was going to reset soon. The king knew he was losing time,precious time, and his own indecisiveness would be the end of him.
Or... would it? He hadn't hurt the girl. In fact,he had treated her quite well by most standards. Grey lips curved into a smile as he stepped forward into the garden bed he had given her. He would start as as small as he could, with small conversations and quips, as cordial as he would allow himself to be.
"Rapunzel," Her name spilled off his tongue,and he smiled to himself. " Is everything to your liking?" The young woman eyed him suspiciously, lips pursed, and the man of darkness chuckled to himself. Even if she didn't answer, he would continue to ask questions, to appear harmless to her. He would earn his flower's trust,even if just by an inch everyday, and soon,soon...
His flower would bloom in the darkness, and even the frost wouldn't be able to touch it.
(Oh goodness,sorry it took so long to update!)
