She stands next to Belle, in the Great Hall, and wonders if the universe will ever stop torturing her.
Her corset is tight, today. Today the weather is humid, her hair is up.
Today she had to check on Snow and her unborn baby, guilt gnawing at her – Snow's baby is in danger and she's the cause, again.
Today she had to plaster her face with a smile, when Roland asked about Henry.
Today Rapunzel has hugged her parents after years of separation, and she faked polite congratulations, dying inside – because she'll never get to do that, with her son.