Rapunzel sighed. She had told Sunflower nearly everything. But she couldn't tell Sunflower who she was to the world. She couldn't tell her that she was the princess.
She hated that part of her life. She wanted to get away from it, to get it out of her past. But that was impossible. She didn't have to let Sunflower know about it, though. She had to make up an excuse.
"Mother's feeling tired, Flower," she said, surprised at how much she sounded like her own mother had. "Will you sing for me?"
Sunflower nodded, and sat down on the stool that Rapunzel had always sat on when she was a child. Rapunzel took the hairbrush that her mother had used to brush her hair, and that she used now to brush her daughter's hair. She began brushing Sunflower's hair, and Sunflower began to sing.