This is probably my quickest update isn't it? LOL! Hey guys, so I watched Tangled again last night a got a blast of inspiration! I wrote this whole chapter in one night! It was a lot of fun falling in love with the movie again! I've already written 1/4 of Chapter eight! Anyway here yah go! :D

Rapunzel's POV:

"An engagement ball?" I groan, "You already know I'm not on board with this, and you're adding a ball to rub it in my face?"

"Be open to it darling! You might find it enjoyable. Besides, this is your chance to meet Prince Amegendo, you might find there to be a connection." My mother says as she stirs her tea. It's obvious that she's avoiding eye contact with me so she doesn't have to look at the crankiness of my face.

I look around the dining hall, "Where's father?"

At this she gives a small laugh, "He said he didn't want to be here when I broke the news to you!" She smiles

"Fine," I sigh

"Fine?"

"I'll go to the ball," My mother grins in excitement, but her smile slowly fades as I finish my statement, "but I will only be there for an hour, I will not speak to the prince unless he approaches me and I will NOT dance!" I stress that last one.

My mother's eyebrows crease, "Rapunzel, you're not being fair-!"

"Those are my rules for the ball or I won't attend." With that, I stand up off my seat and head for the door.

"Oh, dear, sit back down. You've had nothing but tea! Breakfast is still on the frying pan!"

Pan

Oh right, Pan. He's still upstairs! He's probably hungry by now. I should probably get him something to eat. "You're right mother. I'll wait for the rest of the meal." I say making my way back to my seat. She seems a little surprised at my sudden willingness to do what she says. I've been so hard headed since the whole engagement thing. When breakfast is served, I have a bite of toast and a gulp of milk.

"Excuse me, mother." I say taking my leftovers in a table napkin

"Rapunzel? What are you doing with...?" mother asks, slightly lost for words

"Uhh... I'm going horseback riding! Just a little something for Maximus!" I yell when I'm already out into the hall.

As I scurry down the aisle, my father passes by. He looks like he's about to ask me what I'm doing with all this food, but I prevent him from saying anything by greeting him a good morning, kissing his cheek and continuing my way to the stairs. I run up the hundred flights of stairs and walk to my art room. I enter the room to find Pan drooling on himself in his sleep. I slightly smile and bang the door shut.

"Huh? Whoa. What?" He says startled and wide awake.

"Hello Pan." I say keeping my face straight

"Princess Rapunzel! Look, I was out of line last night! I promise not to tell anyone about your hair! Please let me go! I-"

"Shhhh! Be quiet! Someone will hear you!" I yell in a whisper.

"Please! I'm on my knees!"

"You're on your knees because those ropes won't let you be in any other position!" I reply, "Listen, I don't like this anymore than you!"

"I highly doubt that."

"But I have no other choice at the moment! I can't trust you!" I say impatiently

"What will it take for you to trust me?" He asks hopefully

Too me, the answer is obvious, "Time."

He sits there looking very disappointed. We sit in silence for a little while before I think of something to say, "Do you feel like telling me your name yet?"

"What makes you think I do?" He snaps, but then he remembers he's talking to royalty, "I'm sorry your majesty..."

I can't help but feel bad for him. I mean, it feels like I know what he's going through. I know what it feels like to be forced into doing something against your will. I don't think anyone deserves that, not even a thief. But for now, I have no choice. The only thing I know about this man is that he's a criminal who could put me in a lot of danger if he wanted to, so I guess it's safe to say that the princess' safety is more important than the outlaw's freedom. There's nothing for me to say to him, then I hear his stomach grumble.

I, unsurely, unwrap the napkin of food I brought with me and show it to him, "I brought you breakfast..."

His eyes widen in surprise. He looks back and forth at me and the food, "It's poisoned, isn't it?"

I roll my eyes at him, "I told you last night I wasn't going to kill you!"

I put the food in front of him and loosen the ropes enough for him to reach the food. He slowly picks up a piece of bread and smells it. He puts it in his mouth and chews. He looks at me and smiles. My heart skips a beat. That's the first genuine smile he's given me. I feel myself smile back, "Like it?"

"Yes," He says before swallowing, "Why are you being so nice to me? After I tried to steal from you, this is really unexpected."

I shrug, "I'm a princess. Being nice is kind of a requirement."

"So is being fair," He adds, popping another piece of bread in his mouth.

I scoff and pinch a little cheese off the napkin, "True, but it was either my food or the food they serve in the dungeons, and I think it would have been a little odd if I suddenly went down there to ask for a meal."

I watch him eat the rest of his food in silence. When he finishes, I take the napkin and fold it into my dress pocket. I look back at him to see that he's glancing at my paintings. I smirk and look where he's looking, my latest painting. The one I finished the morning of my engagement.

"They're nice... but kind of dull." He says

"Excuse me?" I reply in somewhat disbelieving tone

"It's just, there's nothing beyond the canvas. It's not inspired, nor inspiring." He speaks coolly

I answer him defensively, "Well since when are you an art critic?"

"Since I've done nothing but stare at these things for the past nine hours."

I giggle. He's pretty funny for a thief. I stand up and make my way to the door, "I have to go, I'll be back later with your lunch."

"Wait!" He says. I look back at him, "My name is Flynn Rider."

I eye him suspiciously, "That's a very... suave name. What made you want to tell me?"

"First step to get you to trust me."

I smile at him again, "Thank you, Flynn." I say, and then I leave the room. I think about Flynn Rider on my way to my room. He's not exactly what you'd expect a thief to be. He certainly has no problems speaking what's on his mind, no matter how irrelevant or self-centred it may be, but I kind of like that. I think I might learn to trust him a little faster than I thought. But... no! That's a good thing. The sooner we're out of each other's lives the better. I'll have my art room back, and he can go back to doing whatever he used to do, like it should be.

Okay, before you hit that review button (which I know you will! Because I know you want to ;) ) I need a favor from you guys! As some of you may know, I have another Tangled fanfic called 'Split Ends'. I was reading it the other day and I realized that it was really... bad :/ Which is a shame, because I'm really proud of the plot! I was hoping you could maybe read the first two Chapters and tell me if you think I should re-write it? I think I should, but I don't know for sure... PLEASE! You'd be doing me a HUGE kindness :D Okay, I'm done, NOW you can hit the review button :DD