Hey guys! Here's the next chapter of Complications of a Princess! I think this a really cute chapter! Enjoy!
Rapunzel's POV:
"Thank you for returning me home, Flynn Rider," I say pulling away from a goodbye hug.
"It was my pleasure, your highness," says Flynn.
"Is there anything I can do to repay you? Anything at all?"
"Nothing," he says smiling at me, "I should be on my way now." He bows and turns away, and I panic.
"Wait!" I yell.
I yank his arm and he turns to face me. Without thinking, I pull him into a kiss. His lips feel rough and warm. They feel right. I push my body closer to his, but he pulls back much too soon. I stare at his deep brown eyes, in which I see determination, thoughtfulness and... pity. I frown at him wondering what he's going to say.
"I'm sorry." he says softly.
I open my mouth to respond, but I'm speechless. He turns again, but this time I don't stop him. He walks away, getting smaller and smaller until he disappears in the distance. At that moment, I feel my heart crumple, and I sink to the ground taking heavy breaths. Tears form in my eyes, and right before a can scream-
"RAPUNZEL! Get your royal butt out of bed!" someone says throwing a pillow at my head. I jolt upwards and see Patriala standing over me with another pillow in her hands, but she drops it when she sees I'm up, "Surprise!" she says hugging me tightly
"Hi," I say confused, but hugging her back, "What are you doing here, Triala?"
"I get to help plan your wedding! Three weeks left!" She says eagerly. Patriala loves organizing events. We go to Renodon very often, sometimes I go alone (Well, alone with about 5 Corona guards). Yet whenever I'm there, she's got the whole day planned out down to the last second. Considering that she's more excited for this wedding than I am, I'm very happy for her.
"Oh. Well, it's great that you'll be with me the whole way!" I say smiling.
She laughs, "Of course! Now, get up!" She jokes skipping to my mirror and taking my hairbrush out of the drawer under it, "I can't do any wedding planning without you. Com'on, I'll fix your never ending hair!"
I yank on a powder blue dress while Triala starts putting my hair up. She's the best at it. Third is my mom. Second is Olga. She does this weird knot with the tips of my hair and then yanks the loose ends and pushes the knot towards my head, and BAM! My hair falls in curls down my back. I don't know how she does it.
We make our way to the dining hall and she goes on and on about all her ideas for the wedding, while I think of my dream. Of course I saw Eugene as Flynn. Who else? But I shouldn't have kissed him. I shouldn't be curious as to how it would feel for real. It's been 3 days since that first Flynn Rider book. I've finished the series by now and I'm completely in love with it. It's like the life I wish I could live, even just for a day.
I erase the thought from my mind when I see the smiling faces sitting at the dining table, waiting to greet us. Three of the four royal families on this land all staying here for the next three weeks. I've never really spoken much to the Maldonian royals. They like to keep to themselves a lot I've noticed. And the twin prince and princess of that kingdom are much older than any of us. 30 years old, I think. So, they're not really the age group I've been taught to mingle with.
Amegendo stands up and pulls out the chair next to him for me. I never sit anywhere besides my usual seat, but I think I can make an exception for today. I thank Amegendo and smile as I take a seat next to him. As he pushes the chair in, I look over at Patriala who is giving a small thumbs-up to me, I think at first before I realize it's for Amegendo, who chuckles as he sits beside me. I laugh a little when I realize they planned for him to pull the chair out for me. It's very cute of them.
Breakfast starts out normally. Bread is served, utensils clank slightly and the light buzz of conversation fills the room.
"...so, now I'll never look at forks the same way ever again!" Patriala jokes finishing a story.
We all laugh as the servers pour our juices in our glasses.
"Thank you," I say looking up to the one who poured my juice, when I my eyes pop out of my head and I almost break my glass.
Eugene stands above me, grinning, with a pitcher in his hand. I look a little lower and see that he's also wearing the servant's uniforms. What's happening? What is he doing? How did he get in here? What in the world is he thinking?
"Oh my! Eu-!" I shout before stifling it.
"Dear, what's wrong?" My father asks
I panic. I hate Eugene for giving me a heart attack here of all places. I decide to keep the hype up, "This grape juice tastes different! It's amazing!"
Everyone stares at me. I see Eugene trying to hold in his laughter on my left. I hope he laughs. I hope he laughs and feels as embarrassed as me! King Edmund takes a sip from his glass, "It does taste familiar... Patriala, did you make this?"
Triala laughs, "I did! I was walking around and I saw them making it in the kitchen, so I stepped in!" she says in a giggling fit, "Wow, Rapunzel. I'm so glad you like it!"
"Yes, I do." I say in a nervous fit.
Eugene and the other servants leave the room. I start eating fast so I can get him out of wherever he went; my stomach is definitely going to make me regret this later. I gulp down my juice, which really doesn't taste any different to me at all. Lucky coincidence I guess.
I finish my breakfast in less than two minutes and stand up, "Excuse me," I mutter as I walk quickly out the door. I hear my mother sigh and whisper not again to my father as I walk behind her. I've been making too many hasty exits. I feel bad about it for sure, but lately, I'm not exactly given a choice, so I leave without looking back to see the disappointment I'm sure is in her eyes.
I push open the kitchen doors to find Eugene. The place is so busy nobody notices me, except Eugene, who sees me before I see him and darts toward the door. As soon as he reaches me, I yank his sleeve and take him up the stairs. My art room is too far, so I'll have to settle for my room.
"Rapunzel, I-" he starts
"Shh! Don't talk!"
"I just wanted-"
"Quiet, Eugene!" I shout in a whisper.
He doesn't say anymore until we reach the room. I shut the door and close the open balcony, so no one can hear me when I start reprimanding him. He stands at the foot of my bed when I start, "Have you lost your mind! That was absolutely insane! You can't just come to me anyway you feel like it! You could have gotten caught and they would of-" I'm stopped by the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around me, locking me into a warm embrace.
"Hi." He says simply
I hesitate for a second, then I open my mouth to continue yelling but I find the all my anger has faded and I end up hugging back, "Hey Eugene." I reply softly; closing my eyes and breathing him in. I've missed him.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay." I say
I feel like I'm melting. I bury my face in his chest and laugh, "Of course I'm okay... Couldn't you have waited until night?" I ask
"No." And we both end up laughing. I release, "What are you doing here?" I ask again.
"That's quite a story..." He says scratching the back of his neck.
"Tell me, and I don't care what it is, I don't think it justifies you coming in here like that!"
He smiles and tells me what happened...
CLIFFY! Sorry about that! It was getting to long and for him to explain in this chapter would have been at least 400 more words, so I'm putting it in the next! Stay tuned! And review if you love it! :D