Hey so, I know a bunch of you liked my work and wanted more of this story! It's been a little while (laughs I know it's been a long time) BUT hopefully that means I've improved! If you want more I've started a new Tangled fic that starts off when Rapunzel and Eugene have their first baby :) Please go check it out.

He squeezed my hand as the lazy Coronian wind, which I was still not a hundred percent accustomed to, drifted around us. A soft creaking drew my attention from the horizon.

At first, I didn't even notice the couple standing there, in the frame, I just noticed the broad spanning of the doorway. But then my gaze drifted down from the arching ceiling inside and I saw them, everything in my world stopped.

There were two people standing there, in the doorway, tentatively looking to me and barely moving. The woman was petite, although even then she probably had at least an inch on me, but that wasn't saying much. Dressed in violet she looked like a queen, her long auburn hair pulled back from her face. Her large green eyes were lined with crowes feet that suggested once upon a time she had been full of life and happiness, but there was pain there that suggested long years of hardships, my chest tightened at the thought. Slowly my eyes drifted from her pixie like form to the man standing behind her, for all that she was feminine and soft, a caring leader, I could tell that he was strong, His figure was broad unlike his wife's and he had black hair streaked with gray, probably from years of ruling a kingdom without an heir in sight. His nose was wide and his jaw strong, yet there was a kindness in his eyes, a hope for change, I realized that change was me.

The woman took a small step forward, out of the doorway and into the sunlight, the rays catching on the gold detailing of her gown. The man remained frozen behind her, his hand grasping the door knob.

I myself had stepped forward to meet her without even noticing it, and yet, after all these years, after all this time, I could not take the last step. And so I remained there, my hands clasped in front of me, tears gathering in my eyes, hoping she had the strength to make that final step, because I… well I could barely breathe.

Her eyebrows knit up and her own eyes started to water, my breath caught, I recognized them, her eyes that is. They were my own. She stepped closer as if realizing the same thing.

Slowly, ever, so slowly she came down the stairs, I noticed her grace and poise despite the way her hands trembled.

The man moved only a step behind his wife, too scared to near me. I swallowed my gaze darting back to him, he sucked in a breath, as if shocked to see me acknowledge him. I smiled my throat clogging up. I took another step forward my bare feet padding on the stone that was warm from the day's light.

She continued onwards at her slow pace, he hands up at her sides as if she was going to reach for me, but too scared to do it. She eventually reached me, I noticed she too, was barely breathing.

Her hand slowly reached out to me, hovering before me for a moment, as if she was afraid I wasn't real, that I would disappear if she so much as breathed on me. I stared at her face, seeing the similarities in mine that I had never seen with Gothel. And her eyes, those large green doe eyes looked right back at me like a mirror, they were my eyes, and only now did I see how foolish I was to ever believe Gothel could actually be related to me.

Her fingers brushed my chin as she looked at me, still hesitant to believe, to believe well… that all her waiting, all her watching, was finally at an end. She cupped my cheek and let out a sigh, as if the world was lifting off her frail shoulders, and with tears gathering in her eyes… she smiled. And in that moment I found what I had been missing, what I had been searching for all these years. I found peace, I found a home. I returned a smile realizing that tears were gathering in my own eyes. I- oh why was I so emotional!

All of a sudden she pulled me near, holding me tight and stroking my head. I gently wrapped my arms around her and fit my head right into her collarbone, it was a perfect fit. I suddenly understood what it was like to really be loved.

My heart trembled and I threatened to burst into tears right then and there at the fullness and the rightness of this moment. I opened my eyes to see him standing there, uncertain, still too shocked to move. He gave a deep chuckle, tears gathering in his eyes too. He reached out and hugged both of his with his wide frame, the tears trickled down my cheeks as they held me. I had never felt so at peace in my in my life.

My mother smelt of strawberries, and my father… well his scent was more difficult to describe, although perhaps that would be because of my inexperience with men. He smelt of… of old pages such as those in my books, and slightly like that doo-hickey some of the men had been putting in-between their lips at the Snugly Duckling, the one that smoked, and smelt vaguely of a dying fire.

There touch was soft yet strong. I breathed deeply letting it seep in. They held me closer and we all fell to our knees there on that patio, the whole world fading away. It was just us, a small happy family, and yet still, she, the Que- I mean my mother, didn't forget about Eugene, who, in the end, was just as much my family as they were. He was the man who had protected me, who had showed me the world. And my mother made it shown how thankful she was to him by pulling him right into our family embrace.

At first Eugene sat there, rigid and confused, I giggled and he relaxed wrapping his arms around me. I sighed contently wishing the moment could just last forever.

The king, or my- my father, I would have to get used to such a phrase, kissed my mother on her head and then stood up patting Eugene on the back. Eugene gently let go of me and stood to face the king. Mother shifted beside me and we too stood, her arms still wrapped around me, I reached for Eugene's hand and squeezed, I could see he still held a small portion of his fear, but I was now confident my parents would hear him out. Flynn Ryder would be forgotten, and, I hoped, my family- and well Eugene too I suppose, would accept that he was now part of who I was, and that he would be for a very long time.

"Well," my father said with a heaving sigh and a smile, "I suppose you have a bit of a story to tell us, don't you?"