I was at home while, unbeknownst to me, Zohn was in the tower professing his undying love to Rapunzel when I suddenly got a funny prickly feeling. I wasn't really sure what was going on, but I knew it was bad. Witches, little known fact, have this very handy sixth sense; they can sense when someone close to them is being a complete prat. Since Rapunzel was the only one even remotely close to me, I suddenly wanted to vomit. Whatever was going on, it was horribly wrong.

I zoomed over to the tower on my mop (most people don't know this, but those witches that can afford it prefer mopsto brooms, it's a much smoother ride and less dusty, but this is completely beside the point) to see what was happening. I suppose I could have always done this instead of climbing up Rapunzel's hair. I could have kept her hair shorter and then Zohn wouldn't have been able to get up the tower; but I always loved her hair long and this gave me an excuse to keep it that way. Plus, if you couldn't tell by the fond way I speak of everyone I know, I've always been something of a romantic, and it really did have the feel of something out of a fairy tale. Little did I know that those horrible Grimm Brothers would thinks so too and come along and totally twist my story as they did. But again, this is completely beside the point I am trying to make.

Once I reached the tower, an awful scene was set before me. Rapunzel and the Prince were, I shudder to write the following word, kissing. Rapunzel, since she was in a tower for most of her adolescence, had zero practice at kissing. One would have thought that a man as widely traveled as Zohn would have had a vast amount of insight into the subject, but then one would obviously have not met Zohn. It was disgusting; I think he actually licked her at one point. It was then that I knew the train wreck before me had to end. So I cleared my throat and watched as the two sprang apart.

"ARRRGGH! It's the old, ugly witch!" I was suddenly reminded of another time when a total idiot had been surprised by my presence. But, since I am so very generous, I let this slide.

"Who do you think you are?" I boomed. Okay, I admit it, I was angry with him, so I decided it would be fun to scare him a little. Witches also know this nifty trick where they can enlarge themselves as they get angrier. At this point, I was still a few feet away from the ceiling, but the runt of a Prince was quite frightened of me. Rapunzel seemed a little put out at the way I was treating the new love of her life, but I chose not to notice this.

"Actually," the pesky prince finally worked up the courage to reply, "I am a prince. Of Janath. Zohn. Prince Zohn of Janath." Instead of being surprised that the git had a spine, I was even more annoyed at him. He was trying to impress me with a title; I can't stand it when royalty does this.

"A prince, eh? Well, I can turn you into one of those disgusting flies following you faster than you can say 'Off with her head!'" I would never have considered doing such a thing before, it wasn't really my style. Rapunzel knew this about me, but wisely chose to say nothing; she knew Zohn well enough to know that I just might have made an exception for him.

Zohn just scoffed at my threat. "We don't behead people in Janath. It's barbaric and base. We believe in more practical forms of punishment, like life in prison." Rapunzel hid her face behind her hand and groaned. Zohn's mouth contorted into what I guess he thought was a smug smile. I grew so big I almost cracked my head on the ceiling and sparks flew off of me (another fun trick for the angry witch), which wiped the smile right off Zohn's face.

"It was just a figure of speech, you moron. But my threat was very literal. So leave now and never bother Rapunzel again." Panic flew into Rapunzel's eyes, she thought she was seeing what was could be her last chance to leave the tower snatched away from her. I guess this is my fault; I was going to tell her afterwards that she could leave the tower and we could go live somewhere else and find her a proper husband. I thought she'd rather be with me than the stupid prince, but had to get rid of him first before I could speak with her. Zohn also noticed the look, but mistook it for one of intense sorrow that they might be separated. This gave him the courage he needed to fight me. Not physically of course, I could have kicked his rear easily, even in a fair fight. But what he said next was the necessary blow he needed to deal.

"She's eighteen and an adult. She can go where she wants without your permission." This shocked me so much I quickly shrunk back to my normal size. I thought about what he said. Had six years really passed since Rapunzel began to live in the tower? One look at her and I knew. I might have considered Rapunzel a bit of a nuisance, but she was my nuisance to love and take care of. I took my job as her guardian very seriously and had always thought of her as that awkward twelve year-old that had come running home weeping and thrown herself into my arms. But that day, as I stared into her beautiful green eyes, I finally fully appreciated just how much she had grown into a lovely young woman. All I could do was nod my head mutely; I knew I must have looked silly, my eyes wide with shock, mouth slightly open, and my head going up and down like a bobble head doll. But I was frozen.

Zohn realize he had won. He grabbed Rapunzel's hand and headed toward the window.

"Well, we'll just be off then. We've got a royal wedding to plan and a long trip ahead of us." That snapped me out of the reverie I was in.

I finally conceded. "All right, you may go. But," I added menacingly, "if I ever hear you mistreated this girl, no, woman in anyway," I walked slowly towards him, forcing him backwards to the window, "I will hunt you down and make you wish that I had turned you into a fly!" At this point, Zohn was almost to the window. He tripped over a conveniently placed rug and flew out and fell like a brick, screaming the whole way down.

Rapunzel and I ran to the window to make sure he was okay. With a sweep of my hand I slowed his progress so that he only hit the ground moderately hard. (I could have put a nice cushy bed where he was to land, but just because I had agreed to let him take Rapunzel did not mean I liked him.)

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!" We heard him scream, "MY EYES!"

I ignored the prince and turned back to Rapunzel. I was surprised to find that I was dreading having to say good bye to her.

After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to choke out, "Was it really so horrible here? Was I really so terrible?" After I said this I regretted it; I was afraid of what her reply might be.

"No of course not! It's just…I was so lonely. I know he's not the most wonderful guy I could marry, but I guess I'm afraid he's the only guy I could marry. I mean, I've always known I'm no beauty, and I've been locked away in this tower for so long that I guess I should feel honored that a prince wants to marry me."

I suddenly realized that in all the time Rapunzel had been in the tower, there had been no mirrors around. She had no idea of how much she had changed in the last six years. She, too, still thought of herself as a twelve year-old girl. With a flick of my hand I filled the room with mirrors.

"No my dear," I said as she gasped at the girl staring back at her, "heshould feel honored that you agreed to marry him."

Rapunzel was at a loss for words. Then we heard the prince moan again, "I'm blind!"

"I…I have to go." She finally said in a rush. "He sounds like he needs help."

I flicked my hand again and a ladder appeared out the window for her to climb down. With one last glance at her reflection she started down the ladder.

"Rapunzel!" I called, remembering something. I snapped my fingers and a bottle of eye drops zoomed out of a cabinet and into her hands. "Take this, it's sounds like the moron has blinded himself with the all dust down there." We shared a weak smile and she once again started her decent.

It wasn't until the last flick of gold trailed out the window that I realized I had tears streaming down my face.

A/N Okay, so this chapter was a little more serious than the others, but I can explain! First of all, I thought it wasn't right to have the witch be uncaring about Rapunzel's leaving like my original plan went. Although the witch is really sarcastic, she still cared about Rapunzel like her own daughter. Also, when I started writing this it was 5:30 in the morning and I was running on three hours of sleep. So I was a whole lot more "emotional" than I usually am. Also, lack of sleep and the fact that my friend who edits the story wasn't available when I finished this, (who does she think she is, sleeping at 7:30 when I need her!), has probably caused me to make many stupid mistakes. Please don't hesitate to let me know where they are. Anyway, don't worry because I still have one more chapter up my sleeve, which, I hope, shall redeem me.

So please review and watch out for the next chapter, which, I promise, will be coming out soon. I've had it planned out since the beginning so it shouldn't take long.

P.S. Nosilla, there will be a special treat in the next chapter just for you that wasn't in my original plan. Enjoy. :)