*sees a mob at my front door. Sneaks away and prints out a copy of my latest chapter. Chucks it out the door, quickly closing the door behind me and locking it*
Yeah, so I am positive that every single person who is reading my story is wondering why in the world I am taking so long...
Reason #1: WRITER'S BLOCK! - That has been the biggest, ugliest, and worst problem for me, and why I took so long. This has been the longest time of writer's block I've ever had so far. If my writing isn't up to scratch, please forgive it(and me)... I'm sure all you other writers can understand...
Reason #2: This is a HUUUUUUUUUGE chapter! My biggest yet, over 9,000 words. Like others, this is a very, very important chapter, and I wanted to make sure everything was tolerable before I "chucked" it out at you all! ;)
Reason #3: I have been so extremely busy! As other horse people can understand, I have been bogged down with shows, which leaves me little to no time to sit down for a good evening and write... Also, other things, summer stuff, has been stealing away my time! Grrrrr!
So, you know why I haven't written... Now, read on, my good readers! Also, don't forget review replies at the end! :)
Though Eugene had never been one to accept early wake-up calls, he didn't mind his new alarm clock. It had now been two weeks since he had returned to the castle, and Rapunzel's shining face had greeted him every morning without fail. Even though the sudden shaking of small hands on his shoulder wasn't something that he slowly woke up from, her beautiful smile and laughter made up for any discomfort he experienced. He would put up with the early hours, because she was more than worth it. When Eugene opened his eyes, he readied himself for her giggling voice, to feel her poke him in the ribs as she urged him to get up. But no, only the soft morning breeze blew through the open window, the absence of her presence rousing Eugene into wakefulness. An enormous yawn completed his routine, though without Rapunzel, it felt like something was obviously missing. Leaning against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he wondered why she would miss something that had become somewhat ceremonial. He forced himself to start moving, even though that heavenly bed was still calling his name. After a month of sleeping in whatever space was available, sleeping on an actual bed wasamazing. Thanks to the castle's luxury and protection, he didn't need to bolt up at the slightest hint of danger. Though he appreciated it immensely, there was a troublesome side effect. Now, it was nearly impossible for him to take less than ten minutes to fully awaken. His body had been trained to insure every second of rest was accounted for, in the process being able to awaken in a split second.
"Now I can't even get moving in the morning," he thought, shaking his head. "I'm losing my touch…"
However, without Flynn controlling his personality, "his touch" was losing its self-centered swagger, being replaced by something more substantial; something that felt like it was actually him, actually real and not so much faux confidence. Deep down, Flynn was just as vulnerable as Eugene, but it was only Flynn that refused to admit it, instead building a self-absorbed barrier, hoping to cover up the young man that only wanted to be loved, who only wanted someone to care for him, someone who would love him for who he was, not his handsome face or melting smolder. What always amazed him was the fact that he really had found his true dream. The dream was someone who did care about him, someone who actually loved him. It was something he had dreamed about since he was holding the tattered pages of the "Tales of Flynnigan Rider", even as he placed that glittering crown in his satchel, even as he was lying on the floor, his own blood mingling with the remnants of Rapunzel's magic hair. No matter what happened in their tangled lives, that dream would never die, and that was something that had been made up in his mind the second those glowing tendrils of a tear disappeared. Once Eugene was finally making his way through the halls, his boots scuffing gently against the tiles, he began to make out voices echoing against the walls. Yet, he didn't recognize one of the voices that blended with the others. When he reached the staircase, his eyes focused on the fourth person in the group, someone who made Eugene inwardly groan. Standing with Rapunzel and her parents, was a young man, no younger than Eugene himself. What differentiated him from any other individual that was staffed in the castle was the towering superiority, the royal theme of the clothing he wore. As Eugene began to descend the staircase, their eyes met, an instantaneous and utter dislike forming between them. The man monitored Eugene's every move, his expression one of surprise and displeasure, his posture showing a very annoying personality, his eyes piercing like that of a cat. Rapunzel whirled around upon hearing Eugene's footsteps, her face revealing a look of complete relief. Hurrying over to him, she grasped his hand affectionately; pulling him toward the group, though Eugene was still considering getting lost in the kingdom for this man's visit.
"Eugene, I'd like you to meet Prince Albert of Forashia."
Eugene hesitated, gulping slightly at the man's intense stare. Forashia? That was the exact kingdom Jonathan had been in, the place where he had killed that innocent man, all because of a love that wasn't real. Could this man be coming to retaliate on those who had helped Jonathan? He had mentioned that his victim had been of important political status, so could revenge be on the prince's bucket list? There was no possible way for anyone to know Eugene had took Jon in, unless someone of importance had seen them together that day. Could, perhaps, a guard from Corona have alerted Forashian authorities to Jon's whereabouts? And why would a prince, of all people, be visiting the castle? Shoving his fears aside, Eugene extended a hand.
"Pleased to meet you," Eugene said nonchalantly, though he felt like a liar. The prince had an air of arrogance that was hard to miss, and easy to hate. The way he was looking at Rapunzel also made Eugene edgy.
The prince looked at him distastefully, eying his hand as if taking it might be considered an unpardonable sin. The man's arm lifted slightly, as if he considered returning the friendly gesture, but dramatically let it drop to his side.
"The infamous Flynn Rider, is it not," the prince snickered, raising a cocky eyebrow and shifting his weight onto another foot, crossing the other.
Raising his own eyebrows, Eugene replied, "Previously, yes. Currently, no…"
The prince blinked slightly, as if the statement had truly offended him. He pursed his lips, looking away as if listening to one more word would be violating his dignity.
Clearing his throat, Eugene turned to the King and Queen, hastily adding, "Well, I have to be going."
Turning quickly, Eugene strode toward the door, eagerly leaving the snobbish prince to stand gaping. Eugene was thankful he could leave the palace, able to escape from the cloud of conceit that shrouded the man. As he reached for the door handle, he felt a small hand touch his arm. Glancing over, he found Rapunzel standing there, her eyes filled with concern.
"Where are you going," she asked, her hands now clasped together in front of her.
"I have to be at Mr. Lennox's at nine," he answered, taking that moment to glance over at the new guest, who was eying the two shadily. "Why?"
"I would feel much better if you were here," Rapunzel replied, following Eugene's gaze. "Albert is making me nervous…"
"Don't worry about it," Eugene replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure he wouldn't be here long."
"I'll see if Mr. Lennox will let me work half a day," Eugene added, Rapunzel brightening slightly by his words.
"I found feel much better if you would," she responded hopefully, the blunt ends of her brunette locks bouncing with her nod.
"Your wish is my command, Princess," Eugene said, bowing at the waist teasingly. His response came in a playful punch on his shoulder.
"Hey," Eugene exclaimed quietly, rubbing his shoulder with a hurt expression on his face. "What thanks I get for the things I do…."
"Oh, I know," Rapunzel groaned sarcastically, rolling her eyes upward with hands on her hips. "You're never appreciated around here!"
"Finally, someone who agrees with me!"
Rapunzel shoved Eugene forward, the door opening with him. Giggling, she replied, "Oh go on! The sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back!"
"Alright, alright," Eugene mumbled, shuffling down the stairs which lead away from the palace entrance.
Rapunzel smiled as she watched him go. It was indescribable, knowing that she wasn't saying the final goodbye. The last time they had stood at these doors, tears flowed freely with the realization that they would never see each other again. Now, the pain was gone, and together they could fight off whatever might try to purge their happiness. Her heart soared knowing that she could hold on to him, never letting him go. That she could have someone to shield her from the realities of life. Even though she knew that there were two people who were always there to run to, something seemed to separate them. Maybe it was eighteen years of separation, maybe that the only parent she had deserted her in end, leaving her weary of anyone who called themselves "mother" or "father". Maybe it was because she and Eugene had relied on each other for survival, forging a love that stood up to tests anyone could throw at it. She had gone through no such things with her parents, yet she loved them dearly anyway. They were her parents after all, and even if there was a barrier blocking their relationship, she was willing to tear it down. However, there was something so much more special that had been found with Eugene, something that felt so meaningful. She knew he had done the impossible for her sake, and it still brought tears to her eyes at the thought. Nothing could ever rip them apart again, not even death. Though the nightmare was still vividly fresh in her mind, Rapunzel knew Eugene was right. Nightmares never come true, and those very words comforted her heart immensely. Watching him saunter to the gate, she smiled. Yes, she wouldn't trade her dream for anything.
"Princess," Albert called suddenly, his voice smooth as silk. "Wouldn't you join in the conversation?"
"I'm coming," Rapunzel replied halfheartedly, watching Eugene exit the grounds. It would be a long day without him, she could already tell….
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"He's what?"
Eugene exclaimed, his voice bordering on an aggravated screech. Coming back from a satisfying day at work to news like this wasn't exactly the best thing that could happen. He immediately began to pace the floors of the bedroom, rubbing his temple irritably.
"That's what Mother told me," Rapunzel replied, watching the man stride back and forth with a worried expression. "She said Albert was staying for the next two weeks."
"But why," Eugene questioned, throwing his hands in the air, looking around the room as if the walls could give him an answer. "I thought he was just coming on some business deal…"
"Actually, she told me it was Father's choice to invite him here."
Eugene halted, his brow creasing into a thoughtful frown. This was the King's doing? Why would he invite a prince to Corona for something other than business? In the corner of his eye, Eugene could see Rapunzel watching him, her face confused at his sudden stop. In that instant, it all became clear. Eugene let out a hoarse groan, his mind reeling. Why else would a young, unattached, good looking- Eugene paused, considering that for a moment, then dropped it from the list- be doing in Corona, especially when Eugene had only just returned. The King was obviously acting as matchmaker, trying to bring a wealthy, well-positioned prince into Rapunzel's life, hoping to send Eugene packing for good… The man was smart, Eugene thought, but he wasn't about to tell his dream goodbye that easily. He clenched his teeth, angry that the King, after begging for forgiveness, would sneak this in behind his back. Rapunzel's voice shattered his angered silence.
"Eugene, what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing," Eugene replied sarcastically, coming to sit next to her on the bed. "Only your father is trying to match someone up with his humble new guest."
Rapunzel tilted her head, asking, "Who?"
"Well, who's young, royalty, incredibly smart, beautiful," Eugene paused, turning to smile at her before continuing. "not married, and supposedly needing to be?"
After several thoughtful seconds, Rapunzel gasped, her emerald eyes widening.
"Me?"
"Bulls-eye."
"But-but," Rapunzel stammered, a small flame beginning to flicker in her eyes, her hands clenched into fists. "Why would I love him? I love you…"
The flame suddenly disappeared, her eyes filling with an affectionate twinkle. She sighed, her eyes drifting down into her lap. Her hand slowly crept into his, a smile adorning her lips as she squeezed it.
"I know," Eugene replied, smiling at his dream. A mischievous light appeared in his amber eyes when he added, "I couldn't love him either."
Rapunzel snorted, shaking her head as she giggled. Stifling several more that threatened to spill, she said, "You're a goofus…"
"I'll have you know I'm the only ruggedly handsome goofus in a radius of a hundred miles."
Rapunzel snorted again, this time abandoning herself to laughter.
"And," Eugene added, watching her with a glint in his eyes. "This goofus is an expert at tickling princesses."
Rapunzel's merriment was cut short, and her eyes widened. Leaning away from him, she wagged a finger.
"Don't you dare," she cautioned.
Before she could react, Eugene shot forward, pulling her over with the hand she had placed in his, pinning her to the mattress. Rapunzel laughingly tried to escape, fighting the young man's strong grip. She continued to laugh all the while, even though the previous joke had lost its amusement.
"Please," she croaked, shaking her head. "Don't!"
Ever so slightly, Eugene ran his fingers up and down her side, chuckling as she squealed, trying desperately to wriggle free.
"Eu- Euge-Eugene please," she begged between breathlessness.
As he continued, he released an important hold on her kicking feet. Suddenly, a bare foot poked him in the abdomen, sending him shrinking away. Rapunzel, immediately freed, bounced back from the mattress, a knowing smirk on her face. Leaping forward, she tried to reach his middle with tickling fingers. When Eugene evaded capture, Rapunzel tackled him, sending him crashing to the floor on impact. Sitting on him, she played her small hands on his sides, laughing as he tried to push her away.
"He-Hey, Blondie, Rapun- stop," Eugene pleaded, interrupted by bouts of laughter.
Finally, Rapunzel finished, satisfied that she had revenged enough. Sitting in his lap, she smiled playfully at him, her jade green eyes shining as she said, "I had no idea you were so ticklish."
"I had no idea you were so strong," Eugene countered, gently pushing her away from him.
Rapunzel stood up, collapsing onto her bed with a groan. Eugene followed suit, the new guest completely erased from their minds. Holding her sides, she shook her head.
"Remind me never to call you a goofus again," Rapunzel groaned again, her face smiling despite her words.
Eugene chuckled in reply, contentedly gazing at the ceiling.
"You need to paint this," he murmured, motioning to the walls of her bedroom.
"I know," Rapunzel replied, scooting closer to Eugene. Rapping her arm around his, she added with a sigh," I just haven't been in the mood to do it."
Eugene looked over at her, his eyebrows drawn together in a concerned frown.
"You, not in the mood to paint? That's a new one…"
"Well, after you left, I wasn't in the mood to do anything."
Rapunzel paused, sorrowful memories filling her mind, as painful as when they had happened. It tinged her heart like a burning flame, swirling around her, reminding her of the past circumstances that she was trying so hard to forget. Swallowing the grief filled memories that had seemingly collected in her throat, she sighed.
"Besides, I'm not a good artist anyway…"
"What," Eugene exclaimed, turning over so he could look her in the eye, an expression of disbelief adorning his face. "Who told you that?"
"No one, it's true…"
"Blondie, that would be like me saying I can't do the smolder!"
"You can't," Rapunzel replied, smirking playfully.
Turning onto his back with a look of astonishment, Eugene said, "I'm not going to take the bait… I'm not going to take the bait… I'm not going to take the bait…"
Rapunzel released her hold of his arm, giving him a playful shove in reply.
"Oh stop it!"
Suddenly, a knock on the door made both freeze. Eugene bolted upright, his eyes darting nervously around the room. He hesitantly reached for the door, but Rapunzel grabbed him, shaking her head. Another knock sounded, and Eugene turned to her, mouthing, "Answer it!"
Rapunzel slid off the bed, cautiously reaching for the knob. She hesitated, before finally letting her hand slip down to her side. Moving closer to the door itself, she asked, "Who's there?"
"It's me, Princess," Albert's overly polished voice answered. "May I come in?"
Rapunzel's eyes widened, and she quickly looked to Eugene, her face contorted into an expression of panic. Eugene shrugged, glancing around in an effort to find a hiding place. He knew the man hated the sight of him, and with him becoming a weeklong guest, Eugene decided to limit any time spent around the prince. Rapunzel rushed over, pointing to the other side of the bed, motioning to lie low. Quickly, Eugene slid over to the other side, kneeling down so he wouldn't be seen. Once he was thoroughly hidden, Rapunzel opened the door, smiling twistedly at the man on the other side.
Albert entered, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked around Rapunzel's room, glancing briefly at the vaulted ceiling.
"I was touring all of the rooms in this palace," he stated, casually scanning the quarters. "I understand this is one of the grander ones."
"I don't think so," Rapunzel countered, looking at the whitewashed walls and large, spacious bed. Even though she wouldn't think of ever returning to the tower, there was something much more warm and friendly about it than the imperial design of the castle.
"Might I suggest that it is grander because of your presence," Albert answered suavely, a slight purring in his tone.
When Eugene heard the prince's response, a snort of disgust escaped from his frame. He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, hoping the man hadn't heard him. His wish was not granted as Albert looked up, a suspicious expression creeping onto his face. Calmly, he began to stroll about the room, all the while keeping a searching eye on the furniture around him. Rapunzel's heart began to beat faster as he became closer and closer to Eugene's hiding place, her mind desperately trying to find a way to distract him. As he glanced about, Albert added, "Any establishment, or person, would benefit from your presence, Princess, I can-"
Before he could finish, Albert had walked around the bed, his boots bumping against the man he had disgusted at the very first sighting. He was hunched down, his head nearly underneath the bed itself. Clearing his throat, he stared down at the peasant's back, addressing him, "Excuse me?"
"Well," Eugene suddenly exclaimed, scooting backward to stand up. As he did so, his head connected neatly with the metal edge of the bed frame, sending Eugene flinching as he moved away. Standing up, he brushed off his pants, adding, "Guess it's not under there…"
Seeing the prince was not planning on moving aside, Eugene turned to Rapunzel, saying, "It must be somewhere else…"
Rapunzel gazed at him, discerning the desperate look in his eyes. Her mind scrabbled for ways to distract the prince, but none came to mind. Luckily for the two, the prince cockily stepped aside, his eyes blazing at Eugene as he said, "You may continue to look for the lost item. Though does it even rightfully belong to you?"
Eugene, not in the mood to pick a fight, exited as quickly as he could. Rapunzel watched him go, her heart aching for him, knowing that the question had cut deeply. This was going to be one of the longest and worst weeks of her life….
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"So," Albert said, striding down the hall next to the young Princess. It was very enjoyable to have the girl alone, away from that sickly peasant that had been stealing her away from him. He had come to consider marriage, and he wasn't about to let some fly-by-night thief take her away. He had spent a full hour and a half, in a bumpy carriage that wasn't fit for a prince of his status, to come to wimpy kingdom of Corona. Compared to Forashia, the kingdom had no charm whatsoever. The island was so small, surely not enough room to properly build a prospering kingdom. As much as he hated to admit it, Corona was growing, and becoming an interest in citizens in the area. Marrying the king's daughter would definitely give him an enormous share in the kingdom's wealth, and with his skill and finesse, he could make himself sickly rich in the process. That aside, he had come to win this woman's heart, like he had hundreds of others. It often delighted him, after he had enjoyed her company long enough, to send her packing. However, his big plan had been shattered when this thief came along. When Flynn Rider didn't quake in his boots like most young men had upon seeing him, it only fueled his fire. He will submit before the week was over. That is the way one must treat royalty.
"How did this Flynn Rider enter into the castle," he asked. Surely she didn't condone his presence…
Rapunzel was shocked by the prince's statement. The hatred in his voice was menacingly clear, and as he waited for Rapunzel to speak, the fire dancing in his eyes made her gulp apprehensively. Her mind seemed to blank, and she sputtered slightly, trying to find the words to say.
"His name is Eugene Fitzherbert," she replied, her voice echoing a slight aggravation in her tone. Why did he think that he could talk that way about Eugene in front of her? "And he's a family friend."
The prince gasped, as if choking on her words. His eyes widened, and he suppressed a look of shock.
"A family friend," he exclaimed, dramatically raising his eyebrows. Sneering, he added, "I am sure a family friend would have the decency to steal the daughter's crown."
"He repented from his crimes. That's why he doesn't go by Flynn Rider anymore."
"Another one of his many aliases, no doubt," Albert smirked, looking away disgustingly.
"No," Rapunzel replied haughtily, her anger burning brighter every second. "That's his real name!"
"And how do you know he isn't lying about that too," Albert countered, his eyes beginning to dance. It sickened him that this Princess, royalty at that, was defending a senseless criminal!
Rapunzel stopped, her hands clenched at her sides. The green flames burned gleaming in her eyes, her heart so angry that she couldn't speak. Her face became red as Albert smiled; obviously delighted that she couldn't answer his question. A sudden voice broke the silence, sending her whirling around.
"Rapunzel?"
Rapunzel's heart instantly shattered as she looked at the man which had been the topic of their conversation. Her anger drained away, replaced with a heart full of grief. Why did it seem that when they were most happy, someone would come along to destroy their world? She couldn't understand why her father, after relinquishing Eugene's sentence, would banish him yet again, only not in an instantaneous way. Did he really believe that she would marry Albert, a man who she now hoped she will never see again? Tears sprung to her eyes, and before she could control them, a cascade of droplets fell from her eyes. Before Eugene could even begin to reach her, she bolted, running down an adjoining hall, her sobs echoing off the walls. Eugene stood there, completely dumbfounded. He knew something was wrong when he stumbled upon the two, but it must have been something awfully hurtful that would send her fleeing from the scene, bawling in the process. Eugene glanced questionably at the prince, expected him to be watching Rapunzel's rapidly disappearing form. A small chill ran down his spine when he found the man's gaze directed on himself, a crackling flame sparkling in his eyes. The prince stepped forward, threateningly coming to stand next to Eugene.
"Look what you have done," he sneered, motioning to the fleeing princess. His eyes were locked onto Eugene's, daring him to respond.
"I understood that walking up to her wasn't a crime in this kingdom," Eugene replied, shifting his weight onto one leg and raising an eyebrow.
"It can be, Rider, it can be," Albert answered, bringing his face inches from Eugene's. Though it was hardly discernable, a growl was issued with his words.
Before Eugene could reply, the prince turned about, stalking down the hall in long, aggressive strides. Eugene watched him leave, his mind going over the prince's last statement. He knew a threat when he heard one, but would the man be bold enough to carry through?
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Two days passed since Prince Albert had come to stay at the castle, each day was filled with evil glares and snobbish words. On the evening of that day, the occupants of the castle were sitting down to dinner, Eugene being surprisingly early. Rapunzel had quickly grasped his hand, holding it tightly under the table. They hardly had a chance to be together, the prince always barging in on their attempts to be alone. The constant separation was hurting Rapunzel, who was anxious for the reassurance of Eugene's amber eyes. Eugene was beginning to affect from it as well, his own heart longing to hold her close. The Prince was running late, for once in his life, and the King had begun to fidget slightly. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Albert appeared. Eugene stifled a snort as the prince entered. The man looked as if he had been in front of the mirror a little too long. He was wearing a long, dark overcoat which tapered at his knees, puffy pants were crammed into a pair of tall boots, giving him the appearance of a man who was about to embark on an expedition to some uncharted land. Eugene couldn't help but gape at the last part of the prince's outfit. Attached to his collar was a cape made from a thick, heavy material. It seemed like something out of a story book, something that a prince would wear when about to rescue a damsel in distress. Seeing the King look suspiciously in his direction, Eugene drowned a second chuckle in a glass of water. Albert, meanwhile, was striding toward his seat, his head held up as if on a royal inspection. He glanced respectfully at the King and Queen, shot an icy stare toward Eugene, flashed a killer smile to Rapunzel, and then finally came to his chair. The room was completely silent as the prince pushed his chair backward, whisking the bulky cape out of his way. Lowering himself down onto the cushion, his face became somber, his performance finished. The King cleared his throat in that moment, opening his mouth to speak. However, he was rudely interrupted when the prince suddenly leapt up from his seat, yelping like an injured dog. He was clutching his rear end, his expression that of complete mortification. Eugene, who was taking a long sip from his glass, couldn't contain a shout of muffled laughter, in the process blowing several bubbles. The King looked over at the young man, his face contorted in an expression of annoyance. Rapunzel glanced curiously at Eugene, all the while watching the humiliated prince in the corner of her eye. Eugene obviously knew something she didn't, though she knew better than to ask him. Though the dinner continued uninterrupted, Rapunzel snuck back into the dining room shortly after the meal was over. Crouching under Albert's chair, she finally found the cause of his discomfort. Lying innocently on the carpeted floor was a pinecone…
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Rapunzel squinted, trying desperately to understand the task in front of her. The symbols and numbers seemed foreign to her, her mind spinning as she tried to complete the assignment. They seemed to revolve around the page, jumping up at her face. Mr. Menards strode behind her, peering severely over her work, shaking his head before continuing his meticulous pacing. Rapunzel could feel her forehead becoming hot, her mind so burned out that she couldn't think any more. Suddenly, she dropped her pen into the inkwell, sitting back in her chair. She just couldn't do it…
"Mr. Menards," she said, sighing as she saw the aggravation in his expression. "I still don't understand this."
The teacher slumped into a chair, rubbing his face with a bony hand. Removing the glasses from his face, he gave them a furious rub with the edge of his shirt before returning them to his nose. Sighing, he threw his hands in the air despairingly.
"There is nothing more I can say," he exclaimed, impatience gloomily present in his voice. "If you do not understand it now, then I must say it's hopeless."
Before Rapunzel could argue, he began striding for the door. Placing his hand on the door knob, he added, "We will finish this lesson another time."
Rapunzel's heart sank as the door slammed yet again, the walls of the library vibrating. A single tear slid down her cheek, falling silently onto the paper. A stain began to spread, creating a dark circle on parchment. Watching the water seep into the sheet, Rapunzel could feel the depression seeping into her own heart. Albert was constantly on her mind, always sending a cold chill down her spine. She couldn't understand why, and yet every time she spoke to him, there was a sense of fear that always crept into her mind, a definite sense of uncertainty. She longed to feel Eugene's strong arms encircle her, the warmth of his embrace chasing the hurt out of her heart. She hadn't talked to him for two days, Albert always stealing her away every waking moment. She just needed to hear his voice, look into his eyes, lean in for a kiss, and maybe she might be able to go on. Shoving the chair away from her, she collected her books. The library, which had once been a place of excitement and joy, had now turned into a dark and depressing place. Hurriedly exiting, she shuffled down the halls, uncertain of her destination. Rounding a corner, she could hear footsteps behind her, each step mirroring the first. Yet, they didn't sound friendly, as if someone was trying to catch up with her. They sounded stalking, like someone was following her that didn't want to be found. Feeling a rush of frightened adrenaline, Rapunzel quickened her pace, turning several corners, even though she was unsure of where she would end up. Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared, the hall becoming silent again, the quiet worrying her even more. Now thoroughly frightened, she began to run down the halls, praying she could reach her room, where she could lock herself away from the world.
"Hey, 'Punz!"
Rapunzel halted, her heart flipping at the sound of Eugene's voice. That beautiful voice! Turning, she saw him standing in the hall, but once she faced him, his expression became one of worry. Before he could reach her, she leapt forward, her textbooks hitting the tiles with a loud "thud". She wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest, comforted by his strength.
"You alright," he asked, frowning slightly.
"Of course," Rapunzel replied, pulling away quickly, hoping he couldn't discern the fear laced into her voice.
"I didn't think pale was a skin color you generally preferred."
"Oh, it's nothing, I just-" Rapunzel cut her sentence short, watching Eugene's amber eyes stare into her emerald ones, willing her to tell him what was wrong.
Sighing, she let her head sink to her chest. Shaking her head, she murmured, "Eugene, why does life have to be so hard?"
Eugene gently lifted her chin, letting her eyes lock onto his. Smiling, he brought her closer, leaning in for a kiss, something he wished he would have done sooner. Rapunzel's eyes fluttered closed, her heart pattering in her chest. This was what she needed, a loving kiss to calm her fears. But before their lips could touch, a voice they knew all too well broke the peaceful silence.
"Princess?"
Rapunzel flinched, the voice loud and bitter. She turned around, seeing the prince standing with arms folded, face expressionless. She could feel Eugene's arms tense, his breathing becoming heavy and aggravated. She knew he couldn't stand Albert, and the feelings between the two were mutual. Rapunzel could feel tears beginning to prick her eyes, her heart aching for Eugene's tender kiss. Why couldn't Albert just leave them alone? It felt like this separation, this slow, choking separation was gradually killing her. A sudden tapping of Albert's foot brought Rapunzel out of her tearful thoughts. She felt Eugene lurch forward, as if he was ready to take on the guy right now. She squeezed his arm, silently pleading with him to keep still. There was one thing that always frightened her, something that was always in her thoughts. What if Albert took desperate measuring in keeping them apart? Albert was now shuffling his feet; his eyebrows rose impatiently, waiting for her to respond to his call.
"Yes, Albert," Rapunzel finally answered, her voice quavering.
"The Queen has asked you to meet her in the sitting room."
"Alright," Rapunzel replied, feeling Eugene's arms fall from her waist. The words felt sour on her tongue as she added, "Thank you."
Watching Rapunzel walk past the prince, stooping to gather her text books, Eugene honestly felt like flattening the man. He didn't care if he was banished from the kingdom altogether. Albert was making Rapunzel miserable, and he knew it too. What made it so much worse, was the fact that the King had actually hand-picked Albert to be her suitor. Seeing her so crest-fallen and frightened was killing him. Though Eugene didn't want to trail her every move, he could tell Albert was doing something he didn't know about. Was he stalking her? What was the prince doing when his back was turned? Eugene's jaws clenched angrily as he looked into Albert's catlike stare. Striding over, Eugene growled, "Could you possibly mind your own business?"
"And what would you do if I didn't," Albert hissed, his teeth flashing in an obnoxious leer. When Eugene didn't reply, he added, "That's just it, Rider. You can't."
After several seconds of silence, Albert chuckled to himself. Stepping closer to Eugene, he fixed his eyes onto the man's.
"Why don't you mind your ownbusiness? Or should I say, why don't you leave?"
"Not on your life!"
"Surely you are interested in some financial gain that comes with being close to the Princess. I promise you, if you leave the kingdom, I will assure your comfort in Forashia. Every wish would be at your command. A life of comfort would be yours, and islands of money which would span the seas."
Eugene was now considering if the man should come out of the conversation with a black eye or not. What suddenly stopped him was the fact that the Prince's proposal was exactly what his previous dream was; a castle, islands, and islands of money. Though Flynn would have thrown any relationships to the wind if that meant being rich and comfortable, Eugene knew a heck of a lot better than that. He didn't care if he would be sleeping in a pile of mud the rest of his life, he would never leave Rapunzel. No amount of material things could replace the true happiness he felt whenever he was with his dream. Though Eugene's eyes had drifted from Albert's face, he snapped them into place, amber flames burning with anger. It would take a heck of a lot more than bribery to make him forsake the one he loves.
"Keep it," Eugene replied haughtily. "Because I….am…never…leaving."
The prince stepped back, obviously surprised by Eugene's reaction. Albert snorted, his eyes now dancing with colorful fire. Brandishing a finger, Albert pointed it at him, snarling, "You will regret that decision."
Before Eugene could give him a well-deserved punch, Albert abruptly turned around, stalking down the hall violently. Eugene could feel himself breathing in short, angry gasps, and rubbing the back of his neck, tried to calm himself down. It was over, the man was gone, and at least he didn't punch him like he wanted to. That would have only made this rubbish of a week even worse. Leaning against a hospitable wall, the last flame of anger extinguished with the sigh he let escape from his chest. What ever happened to the story book ending of "happily ever after"? Well, he wasn't married to her, but why couldn't it start now? Their lives only seemed to tangle even more, becoming an ever changing battle to stay together. Standing up, Eugene began to walk down the tiled hallway, unsure of the direction it would take him. Just like the weaving halls he was in now, his heart felt like it was being twisted and turned, battered and revitalized. Just another day in the life of Eugene Fitzherbert…
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Rapunzel gently pushed the wooden door open, peering into the room in which her mother was sitting. The Queen looked up from a book she was reading, smiling as she patted the seat next to her. Answering this silent invitation, Rapunzel crept quietly to the chair, setting her textbooks on the carpeted floor by her feet. The Queen settled a bookmark between the worn pages, placing the hardcover on a side table. Clasping her hands together, she looked into her daughter's eyes, marveling that this beautiful young lady was her daughter. She often cursed herself, asking why she hadn't kept Rapunzel safer, safer from the outside world that was often filled with so much hatred. During the years of searching and searching, finding hope that always died, she dreamed of watching her daughter learn about the world around her, to hear the childish laughter of a little girl. Now, after eighteen years of life without the baby that was meant to be hers in the hands of an imposter, she could finally wrap her arms around her child, never letting her escape from her grasp. Though she knew that she would have to give Rapunzel up someday, she would take every blessed opportunity to be with her, reminding her that she wouldn't desert her, that she would always be there if everything else in her life fell away. A rouge tear slid down her cheek, but she deftly brushed it away, smiling as she grasped her daughter's hand.
"How was your lesson, darling," the Queen asked to the silent figure sitting next to her.
Rapunzel couldn't respond, replaying the frustration and aggravation in her teacher's eyes, remembering the slam of the door as he again left her to wonder what she had done wrong. The tears that stained another of her attempts to learn, taunting her with thoughts of worthlessness. Then, when she had again felt depression submerge her heart, those stalking, unfriendly, and villainous footsteps appeared, mirroring hers, sending tendrils of fear creeping down her spine. Then, as they disappeared, a simple voice sent the sorrow and fear fleeing. Eugene's embrace, those gorgeous amber eyes, filled with the indescribable love that she knew so well, that near kiss which was so close to being perfect, and yet the joy evaporated as soon as the Prince opened his mouth. Feeling Eugene's maddened breaths, his strong arms tightening around her protectively. Feeling Albert's predatory stare as she left to find her mother, hearing a sudden conversation between the men before breaking into a run, unwilling to listen to Albert's disintegrating words. She didn't want to hear Eugene be beaten down, even though she knew he could take care of himself. It still broke her heart, because she knew that even though he would buffet the shower of tearing words, even bouncing back, without the slightest look of hurt, she knew… It tore him apart. Hearing his previous alias, knowing that he was still considered a thoughtless, worthless thief to some. He was good at covering up his emotions, hiding them until no one would see him crumble under the burden of regret. Deep down, in that heart that had suffered more than its share of pain was a soft, unprotected soul that could often be easily boiled over by malevolent words. Though it took a lot of them to send Eugene down hard, anything that touched his early life sent him shrinking away. Now, with her mother asking such a simple question, it felt impossible to answer her with the swirling emotions that wrapped around Rapunzel's heart. She could easily brush them away, to a certain degree, saying that it had gone well. But to Rapunzel, that was lying, and yet she still couldn't tell her mother that the teachers she had chosen were making her feel like less of a human being, and more like some nonhuman creature that was supposed to immediately understand everything she laid eyes on. Rapunzel's eyes darted nervously, her mind scrambling for something to say that wouldn't contradict her feelings. The Queen, who had been watching her daughter's face, could see the indecision in her eyes. Instead of willing her to reply, she patted Rapunzel's hand, saying, "You don't have to tell me anything. I can understand it must be hard for you."
"It isn't really hard," Rapunzel countered quickly. She inwardly kicked herself for opening her mouth. Now, that statement called for explanation.
"It's just-uh, it's confusing," Rapunzel sputtered, smiling timidly.
"I see," the Queen nodded, wisdom twinkling in her eyes. She could see the nervousness in Rapunzel's face, but she didn't want to press something she wasn't ready to tell her. This young lady was eighteen, and with the maturity that she did have, the Queen thought it best not to ask.
"Well, I'm sure you are wondering why I asked to talk to you," the Queen added.
Rapunzel nodded, suddenly interested in what her mother had to say.
"Yesterday, Albert invited us, specifically you, to a royal ball in Forashia at the end of this coming week."
"He did," Rapunzel asked, quavering. The words "specifically you" rang insistently in her head. She couldn't even think of spending an entire night with Albert, especially at some royal affair, images of him breathing down her back haunted her thoughts.
"Eugene is coming, isn't he," Rapunzel asked quickly, her voice turning highly pitched and hopeful.
The Queen's face fell slightly, but she expertly brushed it away.
"Eugene wasn't invited," the Queen responded, but a knowing smile played on her lips. "But, I may invite one guest of my choice to attend with us."
Rapunzel's emerald eyes widened and a childish hope filled her being. Leaning over in her chair, she looked into her mother's eyes, which possessed the same hue as her own.
"Could you-"she began, but her mother interrupted her with a laugh.
"Yes," the Queen smiled, laughing at Rapunzel's face, which had instantly transformed into an expression of girlish excitement.
"Thanks, Mom," Rapunzel exclaimed, reaching over to wrap her arms around her mother's shoulders.
The Queen returned her daughter's embrace, hugging her tightly. Another rouge tear threatened to slide away at her daughter's sudden gesture of affection, but the she blinked it away. Rapunzel suddenly leapt up, looking to the Queen eagerly and asking, "May I go tell Eugene?"
"Of course," the Queen answered, watching as Rapunzel promptly spun around, trotting to open the oak door. Suddenly, as Rapunzel exited, the Queen noticed the textbooks lying on the floor.
"Darling, you forgot your-" the Queen began, but Rapunzel had already left, the room silent again. The Queen couldn't help but smile, remembering Rapunzel eager expression, the youthful enthusiasm that filled her being with so much vigor for life. Yet, she knew that most of the happiness that punctuated Rapunzel's life came in the form of the young man she had just left to see. He was her everything, and the Queen had experienced, firsthand, what life was like for her daughter without Eugene. Whenever the Queen thought about the man, there was never a sense of unknown, unlike the very prince that was living within those walls. She knew that Eugene could be trusted, and whenever she talked with him, that assumption was always affirmed. It always saddened her that her husband couldn't seem to see the honest qualities in him. There was always the preconceived notation that the man could never change. And now, with his guest here, the Queen knew that he still hadn't gotten it through his tough skull that Rapunzel loved Eugene and him only. Though she hadn't been with both men frequently, she knew that Albert hated the very sight of Eugene. Though she knew Eugene would do nothing rash, she had a feeling that he hated Albert as well, thus making the feelings mutual. There was one thing about Albert, besides being extremely conceited, that always worried her; there was a slight shadiness about his personality, something that made her believe he wasn't completely honest. That aside, at least Rapunzel wouldn't feel as nervous with her true love at her side, even though Albert wouldn't be too thrilled to know his archenemy would be there, in his kingdom. Glancing at the textbooks which lay on the floor, she smiled, Rapunzel's eagerness to see Eugene replaying in her mind. Yes, the textbooks could wait….
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Rapunzel knocked gently on the door, eager to tell Eugene the news. The previous worry at the thought of going to a ball with Albert was silenced when she found Eugene would be at her side. At least they could finally be together for an evening, and what better night than at her first ball. Rapunzel couldn't imagine spending an entire evening, most definitely alone, with Albert, who would probably gloat about himself and his kingdom the whole time. Also, Rapunzel could never down the nervous feeling that always collected in her throat whenever she was with the prince. His catlike darting of the eyes, that vibrant flame that always flickered deep in them, the rapidly changing personality that gave him a disturbing appearance; it always sent a chill trickling down her spine. She had tried to like him at first, giving him the benefit of the doubt, but the minute she had seen the glances exchanged between him and Eugene, she became very wary of the prince. Rapunzel knocked again when there was no response from inside, wondering why Eugene wasn't answering. After the third issuing of a gentle fist against the door, Rapunzel played the handle, surprised when the door opened freely. Peering into the room, she found her dream lying on the bed, a book settled on his stomach. His chest rose and fell in an even motion, his eyes closed peacefully. Tiptoeing quietly to the bed, Rapunzel slowly released the volume from his hands, running her fingers over the worn cloth cover. Flipping the book unto its side, Rapunzel gasped slightly as "The Tales of Flynnigan Rider" stared back at her from its silent golden lettering. Opening the used cover, hearing that familiar crackling of the spine, she flipped through the tanned pages, a thought running insistently through her head. Why would Eugene be reading this, of all books? Placing the book on a side table, she crawled unto the bed, resting her head inches from his. He usually never dove into his past like this, especially reading the book that had changed his life, and not necessarily in a good way. Though there was nothing wrong with the book itself, it surely evoked hurtful memories of the worthless dreams, the quest for worth, and the constant reminder that he was an orphan, someone who nobody loved. He had dreamed to be just like Flynnigan Rider, someone who everyone revered and knew, someone who took care of himself, needing no one else to create his happiness. Though that is often the ideals everyone looks for in their lives, it never feels fulfilling, often leaving a bleeding heart at the bad choices that one often makes for themselves. Eugene had found firsthand that happiness isn't created by oneself, but is created with others. Rapunzel smiled at his peaceful, handsome face, running her fingertips gently over his dark brown hair. Flynn Rider had died in that cave, as the water closed over their heads, drowning his self-centeredness with it. As they had sat together in the forest, the campfire gently crackling as the crickets chirped, she knew he had changed. She knew it was becoming something more than forced friendship, but a gentle wave of affection warming each other's hearts. Now, lying here, staring into his closed eyes, Rapunzel caught her breath, just like every time the thought ran through her head. This was how it was meant to be, and nothing could ever change it. She would make sure of that… As quietly as she could, Rapunzel murmured, "Eugene?" The man's face twitched in recognition, but he only returned to sleep when Rapunzel remained silent. Gently running a hand over his vest, she tried again, "Eugene, wake up…" His eyes fluttered open, and turning his head, he looked into Rapunzel's green eyes.
"Good morning," he replied teasingly, stretching slightly and smiling.
"Very funny, sleepyhead," Rapunzel smiled, glowing affection twinkling in her eyes, mixing with his amber glow.
"You look chipper," Eugene yawned, placing both hands under his head. "I guess your mother had something good to say."
"She did," Rapunzel replied, laying her head on his arm. "And it involves you too…"
"It does," Eugene asked, suppressing a look of mock horror. "Well don't hold me in suspense!"
Rapunzel giggled, shaking her head, all the while smiling.
"Then in that case, I should tell you you're invited to a ball!"
"Say what," Eugene asked, his eyes widening in genuine surprise. Glancing at her with a confused expression on his face, he added, "Me? A ball? Explain…"
"Well, me and my parents were invited to a ball at the end of this week, and my mother is allowed to bring one guest, and she decided to bring you, and so I wanted to-"
"Blondie," Eugene interrupted, a smile playing on his lips as he suppressed a chuckle. "Breathe…"
Taking a deep breath, Rapunzel couldn't help but smile wider, excitement building inside her.
"So I wanted to tell you," she finished.
"You're leaving out one very important detail," Eugene replied, a sense of teasing still present in his voice. "Who invited you to this thing?"
Rapunzel's smile faded slightly, her heart beating double in her chest. This was the part she was hoping to avoid…
"Well, uh, Albert invited us, actually," Rapunzel responded, her eyes reflecting a nervous light.
"Myself included," Eugene asked, a sense of disbelief in his voice.
"Well no," Rapunzel said, her eyebrows now knit together in a worried frown. "But Mother said she could invite one guest, and she wanted to invite you…"
"Does he know I'm coming," Eugene asked again, trying to piece together the situation.
"No," Rapunzel murmured, her voice whimpering.
Eugene looked over at her, his eyes softening at her worried expression. Sighing, he stared at the ceiling, trying to put his thoughts into words. It would kill him to smother her excitement like this, but he knew it would be the best, for her. That was all that really mattered anyway…
"Okay, 'Punz," he began, closing his eyes at the words he knew he had to say. "You know as well as I do that Prince Albarf hates my guts…"
"And another thing, because he hates me, he tries to get to me through you, and-" Eugene paused, letting another lungful of air escape from his chest. " If I'm here at this ball, he'll treat you like dirt, and I can't, no, I won't let that happen. Blondie, you mean too much to me to let that happen to you just because I'm there. I really think you should go without me, and maybe he'll treat you the way you should be treated, like the beautiful ladyyou are…"
"But, but," Rapunzel stammered, her joyful heart shattered, leaving tears on the brink of spilling over. "How can I be happy without you?"
"Trust me, it'll be fine," Eugene murmured, drinking in her ethereal eyes, that deep shade of emerald that reminded him of jewels in the sunlight. "I promise…"
Rapunzel managed a melancholy smile, cuddling closer to Eugene's chest. Maybe he was right, but even if he was, the night just wouldn't be the same… Eugene rubbed her back gently, reveling in this beautiful moment that always took his breath away. Prince or no prince, nothing could ever separate them again. It seemed like something he always told himself, even though he often felt like everything was slipping through his fingers. He would do everything in his power to be with Rapunzel no matter what might happen, and that was a promise he would never break.
Well, that's just another "fold in the paper", if you want to call it that... If you're confused, don't be, everything will "unfold" in the end, one way or another...
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