AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! HAVE GUYS WATCHED TANGLED EVER AFTER! I THINK I DIED OF CUTNESS, THEN I CAME BACK TO LIFE (via magic hair ;) ) JUST SO I COULD WATCH IT 100000000 MORE TIMES! :D ANYWAY, ENJOY CHAPTER EIGHT!

Rapunzel's POV:

"I am so sorry I'm late! I was about to come up but I was called to rehearse for the ball tomorrow! I tried to-"

"Please your Highness! It's okay!"

"You must be starving!"

"I'll be fine! Calm down!"

I do what Flynn says, and take a deep breath before settling on the floor next to him and hand him his dinner. I can't believe I had to stay at that rehearsal so long! We had gone over it a hundred times before! And Flynn always expects me at 7:30. Always, for the whole week he's been here. And here I am at 10:00 with a napkin of cold beef and soggy mashed peas. I wince at the sight of the gunk that comes out when he unfold the napkin. "I'm sorry..." I say again as he forks the peas into his mouth.

"Don't worry about it." He replies without looking up. After a few seconds, he looks up at me with a confused expression, "Why are you so worried about what and when I eat?"

I crease my eyebrows, "I don't know. I- maybe I'm just nervous about meeting the prince tomorrow, so I'm worked up about everything?" I shudder. I don't want to meet the prince tomorrow. Why don't I want to meet the prince tomorrow? Shouldn't I at least be curious? Now Flynn's eyebrows crease, "Oh yeah, your fiancé..."

I wince again. I still haven't gotten used to that word yet. It still bothers me, but it doesn't make me mad anymore. Just sad. It makes me even sadder that it was Flynn who brought it up. I feel like for that past seven days that I've been coming here, talking to Flynn was my escape from royal duties, especially the engagement. When I talk to Flynn, it's about a painting idea that I have, or how horseback riding felt for me that day. Most of the time though, I listen to him talk about his adventures as a thief. He's a really good story teller. That's when a question occurs to me, "Flynn, are we friends?" I ask all too innocently. He looks very taken back by the question.

"Well, do you think we're friends, your grace?" He counters

Friends don't call each other 'your grace', they address each other by their first name, and I still don't think I'm comfortable with the idea of him calling me Rapunzel. He looks at me and neither of us move. His eyes are so brown. The candle light and moon light meet in his pupils. It gives his eyes the kind of glow my hair gets when I heal a person. They're fascinating.

He stops starring all too soon, "You need to go to bed."

"Okay" I say simply. I think this is the first time I've left longing to stay a little longer. I think I want to look at his eyes again. But for now, it's really time to get some sleep.

I sleep in a bit longer this morning; my parents said I needed extra beauty sleep today. I wake up at around 9:30, have some breakfast, and give Flynn his food (I give him a lot, because I don't think I'll have time to come here at lunch) quickly because I have to help prepare for the ball. I don't really do much, I just point at the glasses, curtains, food, etc. that will be used later. The entire time this is happening, I'm picturing Flynn's eyes in my mind. They're like art to me. I wonder what it feel like to get closer to those eyes...

"You're done Rapunzel, you may now start preparing for the ball." says my mother.

"But don't forget to be completely ready by six o' cloak sharp!" says my father.

"Alright." I reply walking to room to find that Olga had gotten here before me, as usual. Getting ready for this particular ball take a lot more time than it does to get ready for any other ball. I'm given 20 dresses to choose from. I pick violet one with complicated embroidery. Olga clips my hair up, rolls up ¼ of the bottom, and pins it to the top, ties the remaining hair in a bow and finishes it off with my crown. I thank her and leaves, giving me 1 hour left before the ball. That means I can visit Flynn, just to check up on him and maybe I'll catch up on some painting. After all the stairs, I knock on the door and enter.

"Good afternoon, your highness, you look lovely." He looks at me smiling a little

"Thank you." I say heading for my paintbrushes

"What are you doing?"

"Painting. This is still my art room isn't it?" I reply

I place my easel on the stand and think of something to paint.

"Painting what?" asks Flynn

I look at him to say something, but then I realize I know what to create, I smile and say, "It's a secret!" He rolls his eyes. After a few minutes of dabbing my brush on the easel, someone knocks on the door, "Rapunzel?"

"Father!"

Flynn and I look at each other, and then the door.

"Dear, can I come in?"

"NO!" I say quickly as I run around the room looking for something to hide Flynn with. He, too, looks helplessly in his corner, locked up in chains. "I'm, uh, just a second father!" I say

"What are you doing in there? Rapunzel we have to go! I hope you didn't spill any paint on yourself!"

"I didn't! I'm just... fixing up! Yes!" I say right away when I find a big white sheet and throw it over Flynn. I run to the door to see a very confused king standing on the other side, "Hello Father! What do you need?"

"... Nothing..." He says opening the door wider and stepping in. I nervously watch as his eyes scan the room looking for something out of the ordinary. He walks up to my current painting, "What's this?"

"Just... something I find inspirational..." I say timidly

"What's that?" He says pointing directly at the sheet over Flynn

"I, um, tried my hand at sculpting! I'm not very good..." I say, then I smile, proud of the smart cover up. He reaches for the sheet and my eyes go wide, "DON'T LOOK AT IT!" I panic, "It's shameful!"

My father laughs slightly, "Oh Rapunzel, please! How bad can it be?" He yanks off the sheet and I scream, "OH MY GOODNESS!" at the exact same time, looking in the other direction. Flynn is exposed, but father looks away before he sees him.

"What is it!" He says

"We're going to be late! Let's go!" I respond pushing him out the door and turning to close it. I give a sigh towards Flynn and he gives me a nod. I shut the door and face my father. That was way to close.

WELL THERE YOU GO! I'M HIGH ON TANGLED RIGHT NOW SO I'M GONNA WRITE MORE NOW! WHAT DID YOU THINK OF TANGLED EVER AFTER? :D