The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the kingdom of Corona. Rapunzel stood at the edge of a lush meadow, her hair cascading like a golden waterfall down her back. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, savoring the sweet scent of wildflowers and fresh grass.
After years of confinement, she was finally free to experience moments like these. Yet, as she gazed at the sprawling landscape, an unsettling feeling tugged at her heart.
Eugene approached, his footsteps barely rustling the grass. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts, Blondie?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
Rapunzel leaned into his embrace, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just reflecting on how much has changed," she replied, her voice a mix of wonder and uncertainty. "Sometimes it feels surreal, like I might wake up back in that tower."
Eugene tightened his hold, anchoring her to the reality of the moment. "Trust me, this is no dream. And if it is, I never want to wake up." He gently turned her to face him, his brown eyes filled with love and a hint of mischief. "Besides, I'm far too handsome to be a figment of your imagination."
Rapunzel's laughter rang out, light and melodious. She playfully swatted his chest, grateful for his ability to lift her spirits. "Oh, Eugene. What would I do without you?"
As they stood there, Rapunzel's thoughts drifted to Eugene's recent proposal. She had no doubt he was her soulmate, but for the first time, she felt they were not on the same page. He was ready to settle down, while she had only just begun to explore life outside her tower.
"Hey," Eugene's voice broke through her reverie. "Where'd you go just now?"
Rapunzel shook her head, offering him a reassuring smile. "Nowhere. Just... contemplating the future."
Eugene studied her face intently, sensing there was more she wasn't saying. "Well, whatever the future holds, we'll face it together. Right?"
"Right," Rapunzel agreed, intertwining her fingers with his.
Eugene loved Rapunzel and was willing to weather the storm of disappointment and doubt that accompanied her refusal of his proposal. He tried his best to hide it, not wanting Rapunzel to see what was in his heart. This was a first since he met her; they didn't have secrets. Well, except for her refusing to tell him how she got her hair back for so long, but that was beside the point.
This was like when he went for difficult heists. Along the way, doubt and uncertainty always crept in. The trick was to never face uncertainty with an empty stomach and, when all else failed, to remember to smile—and he had a damned good-looking smile!
Back at the castle, life continued at a frenetic pace. Rapunzel immersed herself in her royal duties, eager to learn everything about governing a kingdom. She attended council meetings, studied diplomacy, and worked tirelessly to strengthen relationships with neighboring realms. It was exhausting yet exhilarating work, often leaving her collapsing into bed late at night, her mind whirling with new information.
Eugene, for his part, tried to be supportive. He attended functions with her, charmed visiting dignitaries with his wit, and even learned proper etiquette—though his roguish nature often shone through. But as time passed, he felt increasingly out of place in the world of royalty.
The luxurious life was great, but it wasn't why he was here. "Isn't that funny?" Eugene thought to himself one evening as he lounged in their opulent chambers. It was his dream once. He truly let go of that dream for Rapunzel—his new dream. Yet, once he got "Palace Life, baby!", it felt hollow without her full commitment.
His new dream of being with Rapunzel for better or for worse was hanging by a thread. He had been sure she was committed to him, but the refusal made him question everything. Cassandra, as much as he hated to admit, had a point. He had what he wanted figured out, but what did Rapunzel want?
Eugene sighed, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. Committing to him wouldn't prevent her from pursuing any other dream. So why the hesitation? As he gazed out the window at the kingdom sprawled below, Eugene couldn't shake the feeling that despite all they'd been through, there was still a chasm between them he wasn't sure how to cross.
First Night
One evening, Rapunzel sat at her desk, poring over trade agreements with furrowed brows. The candle beside her flickered, casting dancing shadows across the parchment. Eugene lounged on a nearby chaise, idly flipping through a book.
"Hey Blondie," Eugene called out, breaking the comfortable silence. "Remember that time at the Snuggly Duckling? With the singing and the thugs and the epic escape?"
Rapunzel looked up, a fond smile spreading across her face. "How could I forget? You nearly got killed! Twice!"
"Ah, simpler times," Eugene grinned, sitting up with a glint in his eye. "We should do something like that again. What do you say we sneak out tomorrow night? Just you and me, like old times."
Rapunzel's smile faltered. "Oh Eugene, I'd love to, but I can't. I have meetings all day tomorrow." Seeing his disappointment, she quickly added, "But maybe next week? I'm sure I can find some time then."
"Sure, next week," Eugene nodded, forcing a smile as he stood up. "Well, I think I'll turn in. Don't stay up too late, okay?"
As he left, Rapunzel felt a pang of guilt. She knew Eugene was trying to be patient, but she could sense his restlessness. She made a mental note to carve out more time for him, even as her eyes drifted back to the papers on her desk.
Meanwhile, Cassandra finished her nightly patrol of the castle grounds. Though officially a lady-in-waiting, she refused to give up honing her skills as a guard. Rapunzel's arrival had presented new opportunities to prove herself. If she played her cards right, she might even fast-track to Captain one day. A small smile tugged at Cassandra's lips as she imagined herself in that role.
She spotted Eugene wandering the halls, his usual cocky demeanor absent. She called out to him, her tone a mix of curiosity and teasing.
"Fitzherbert. What are you doing roaming around at this hour? Trying to steal the royal silverware?"
Eugene looked up, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Ah, Cassandra. Your wit never fails to wound me." He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. "And here I thought we were past the whole 'Eugene is a thief' thing."
Cassandra rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "Seriously, though, what are you doing here?"
Eugene hesitated, then shrugged. "Just couldn't sleep. Thought a walk might help clear my head."
Cassandra studied him, noting the slight furrow of his brow. She found herself oddly concerned. He had been out of sorts since Rapunzel's Corornation. He was paradoxically genuine and straightforward, qualities Cassandra grudgingly respected. She even sided with him when her father tried to block his attempt at joining the guards. She She even gave Eugene a pep talk and was thinking of having a word with her father if the farce went on any further. She was genuinely happy for him when he ultimately became the instructor.
Part of her wanted to continue the heart-to-heart they started when Rapunzel locked them in a cell together. But she'd shut down that conversation, and it felt inappropriate to pry now.
"Want to talk about it?" she offered, surprising even herself with the suggestion.
Eugene raised an eyebrow. "You, offering to listen to my problems? Who are you, and what have you done with the real Cassandra?"
She punched his arm lightly. "Don't make me regret asking, Fitzherbert. Come on, I know a quiet spot where we can talk."
The cool night air washed over Eugene and Cassandra as they stepped onto the balcony. Eugene leaned against the railing, his eyes distant. Cassandra stood beside him, her posture stiff but her eyes softened by concern.
"Alright, Fitzherbert," she said, breaking the silence. "Spill it. What's got you wandering the halls like a lost puppy?"
Eugene chuckled humorlessly. "Lost puppy, huh? That's a new one." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture Cassandra had come to recognize as a sign of his unease. "It's... it's Rapunzel," he admitted finally.
Cassandra tensed slightly. "What about her?" she asked, her tone cautious.
Eugene sighed, turning to face Cassandra. "Don't get me wrong, I love her. More than anything. But lately, it feels like..." He trailed off, struggling to articulate his thoughts.
"I'm trying to consider what she wants, like you said. Don't look at me like that! I listen... sometimes." He smirked briefly before his expression turned serious again. "I get that she was overwhelmed with being a princess, and my proposal didn't help. But the more I think about it, those things aren't really connected."
Eugene's brow furrowed as he continued, "I proposed during the coronation. Bad timing on my part. Now that's over, should I try again? What if she says no again?" He shook his head. "But that's not even the real issue here."
His voice grew quieter. "There are two sides to Rapunzel. The independent one who wants to explore and be the best princess she can be. Then there's the Rapunzel who's in a relationship with me. But the independent Eugene... he's gone. You said it yourself, remember? When I told you Flynn Ryder was a 'legend', you said the operative word was 'was'."
Eugene's eyes met Cassandra's, vulnerability clear in his gaze. "Where do I fit with independent Rapunzel?"
Cassandra listened, her expression thoughtful. For someone who says he doesn't care what she thinks, he sure remembers her words. For most of her life, she too hadn't fit in. When she finally began to find her footing, Rapunzel had come like a whirlwind, sweeping her off her feet again. She could only imagine what Eugene felt, trying to keep up with Rapunzel whims.
"Have you talked to her about this?" she asked.
Eugene shook his head. "No. I can't add to her burdens. I need to be her rock, you know? I want her to find herself, not doubt us."
"That's... surprisingly mature of you, Fitzherbert," Cassandra said, a hint of admiration in her voice.
Eugene grinned, some of his usual charm returning. "Don't sound so surprised. I have my moments."
They fell into silence, both lost in thought. Cassandra found herself studying Eugene's profile, noticing for the first time the weight he seemed to carry. She had always seen him as the carefree rogue, but now she glimpsed a depth she hadn't recognized before.
"You know," she said finally, "it's okay to feel out of place sometimes. This whole royal thing... it's new for all of us. Even Rapunzel is still figuring it out."
Eugene nodded, grateful for her understanding. "I just wish I could do more for her. To be there. But most of the time, I feel like I'm just in the way."
Cassandra hesitated, then placed a hand on Eugene's arm. The gesture surprised them both.
"You're not in the way, Eugene," she said softly. "Rapunzel loves you. I don't see why, but I have to deal with it. As her lady-in-waiting, it's my duty to tell you she needs you... even if she doesn't always show it."
Cassandra's tone grew firmer. "And Rapunzel is clingy. Remember the Challenge of the Brave? If you try to leave her out, you've got another thing coming. Not just from her. If you try to leave, I'm gonna chase you to hell and back! I can't deal with that bubbly girlfriend of yours by myself!"
Eugene looked at her, grateful. "Thanks, Cassandra. I... appreciate that."
The air between them shifted, their usual rivalry giving way to an unexpected understanding.
Cassandra coughed, nervous. They hadn't mentioned the subject since that time in the jail cell. "We both don't know our real l parents. The only roots we have are the ones we claimed for ourselves. My father is my anchor. I think that's why I want to succeed him, to ensure his legacy is well taken care of. For you, your anchor is Rapunzel. Before Rapunzel, you had Lance… I am used to doing things alone, but even I can tell that doing things together is often necessary. I can hone my swordsmanship alone, but it'll always be lacking without a practice partner."
She offered her hand. "Partners in not fitting in?"
Eugene chuckled, "The world must be ending." He shook her hand. "And what will we be doing exactly?"
"Meet here, talk things out," Cassandra said. "I'll complain about your 'Blondie' being too bubbly. You tell me how she means well and how I'm a Dragon Lady."
"You like it when I call you Dragon Lady?"
"Cobra Woman is good too."
"I'll stop calling you that, then. Wait! That was your plan! No wait,... unless... Ugh!"
"You can read me like a book already, partner."
"Speaking of books… I've got a ton of reading to catch up on. The king wants me to 'complete' my education in Corona Law, Microeconomics, Macroeconomics… This is perfect! I'll bring the books here, and work through them. You can do whatever it is you do before bed."
"Not a bad idea. I haven't had enough time to take care of my weapons and armor lately between all the needlework a certain princess dumps on me."
"What, you gonna haul all your armory here each night?"
"Well, I wasn't expecting us to meet every night, but why don't we do this in my room?"
"What? Inviting a man to your room so late?"
"One, it's you. You're gaga for Raps and you hate my guts. Two, I dare you to try."
"Point taken! But what about other people? They don't know that… That's how courtly rumors start."
"I thought I'd put the legendary subterfuge skills of the legendary Flynn Rider to the test."
As the cool night breeze rustled through their hair, Eugene and Cassandra shared smile. The castle loomed behind them, its stone walls a silent witness.
Eugene chuckled softly, breaking the silence. "You know, Cass, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually looking forward to our little study sessions. Who knew the fearsome Cassandra had a soft spot for struggling ex-thieves?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes, but a smirk played at the corners of her mouth. "Fitzherbert. I still think you're a pain in the neck most of the time."
"Ah, but you admit there are times when I'm not," Eugene quipped, waggling his eyebrows.
"Don't push it," Cassandra warned, but there was no real heat in her voice.
She turned to look out over Corona, her expression thoughtful. "This arrangement might actually be good for us. We both have a lot to figure out in this new life."
Eugene nodded, his gaze sweeping over the twinkling lights below. "Yeah, I guess we do. Who would've thought we'd end up as study buddies?"
"Just don't expect me to go easy on you," Cassandra said, a competitive glint in her eye. "If you're going to learn Corona law, you're going to learn it right."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, Dragon Lady," Eugene replied with a grin.
"Well," Eugene stretched, "we should call it a night. Don't want to start any courtly rumors."
Cassandra snorted. "As if. But you're right, it's late. Same time tomorrow?"
"It's a date," Eugene said, then quickly added at Cassandra's raised eyebrow, "Figure of speech! Purely platonic study date."
"Uh-huh," Cassandra said dryly. "Goodnight, Fitzherbert. Try not to get lost on your way back."
As they parted ways, both felt a strange sense of anticipation for their next meeting.
Second Night
The next day, as the dawn's first light crept through the castle windows as Eugene stirred, his mind still abuzz with thoughts of the unexpected alliance he'd forged with Cassandra. With swift, purposeful movements, he dressed and gathered a stack of books on Corona law and economics. As he passed Rapunzel's chamber, he paused, his hand hovering near the door. After a moment's contemplation, he decided against disturbing her and continued on his way.
Meanwhile, Cassandra had already embraced the day, rising before the sun as was her custom. She moved through her morning routine with practiced precision, yet her usual sharp focus was dulled by lingering thoughts of Eugene's vulnerability and the strange camaraderie that had blossomed between them.
The castle corridors soon filled with the familiar bustle of servants and courtiers beginning their day. Amidst this activity, Eugene and Cassandra's paths intersected near the grand staircase. They exchanged a brief nod, a silent acknowledgment of their shared secret.
"Morning, Fitzherbert," Cassandra greeted, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Ready for another exhilarating day of royal pampering?"
Eugene's lips curled into a grin as he patted the books tucked under his arm. "You know it. But I've got a little something extra lined up beforehand."
Their exchange was cut short by Rapunzel's arrival, her face radiant with enthusiasm despite the early hour. "Good morning, you two!" she exclaimed, planting a quick kiss on Eugene's cheek. "Eugene, I'm surprised to see you up and about so early."
"Well, Blondie, I'm just full of surprises," Eugene replied, sharing a knowing glance with Cassandra.
As Rapunzel launched into an animated description of her plans for the day, Eugene and Cassandra listened attentively, both acutely aware that their clandestine nightly meetings - essentially Rapunzel-issues support sessions - must remain a secret from the princess.
Eugene hesitated outside Cassandra's door, books tucked under his arm. He took a deep breath and knocked softly.
Cassandra opened the door, her usual stern expression firmly in place. "Fitzherbert," she greeted, stepping aside. "Wasn't sure you'd show."
"What, and miss out on all this fun?" Eugene grinned, holding up the books.
Cassandra rolled her eyes but stepped aside to let him in. Her room was sparse, weapons and armor neatly arranged on the walls.
Cassandra's room was sparse and functional, weapons and armor neatly arranged on the walls. Eugene settled into the lone chair by the window, books in hand.
"Charming place," he quipped. "Very... you."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Just study, Fitzherbert."
She grabbed a sword from the rack and began polishing it. The room fell silent, save for turning pages and the soft scrape of cloth on metal.
Cassandra found herself glancing at Eugene. His face was set in intense concentration, an expression she'd never seen on him before. She was surprised to find it... appealing.
She quickly pushed the thought away, uncomfortable with such notions about Eugene of all people, especially in the intimacy of her quarters.
Cassandra broke the silence, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "Hey, Fitzherbert. Can I ask you something... about Rapunzel?"
Eugene looked up, surprise evident on his face. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
Cassandra paused, choosing her words carefully. "It's just... Rapunzel is so... innocent. Sometimes I forget she's our age. Doesn't it ever feel strange? She spent her whole life in that tower."
Eugene smiled warmly. "That's what I love about her. One of her many endearing qualities."
"I don't think you understand," Cassandra pressed. "You two will need to produce heirs someday. Do you think she even understands what that entails?"
Eugene's eyes widened as realization dawned. "Oh, good Lord! She might not!"
"Which brings me to my next question," Cassandra continued, clearly uncomfortable. "Do you see her that way? I'm only asking because I'm concerned about... you know, the future of Corona."
Eugene ran his hands through his hair, flustered. "I don't... I mean, I love her, I do. I just never... This is a problem!"
Cassandra wanted to laugh, but the situation was too serious. This revelation, while unexpected, wasn't entirely surprising. She had always sensed something off about their perfectly chaste relationship. Queen Arianna had even instructed her to watch for any impropriety from Eugene. So far, such concerns had been entirely unfounded.
Eugene ran a hand through his hair, panic evident in his voice. "What if she doesn't want to?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Calm down, Fitzherbert. It's something new for her. She'll probably be curious."
"But what if-"
"The real question is, do you want it?" Cassandra interrupted, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "It's strange you never considered this before. Are you... functioning properly down there?"
Eugene's eyes widened. "Of course! I've been with other women before! Oh, wait..." He trailed off, noticing Cassandra's unamused expression. "Please don't tell her. Also, could you perhaps... teach her?"
"Why me? You're her boyfriend."
"She's a Princess, remember? I can't betray the King and Queen's trust. Besides, isn't this part of your duties as her Lady-in-Waiting?"
Cassandra froze. He was right. She was supposed to educate Rapunzel on various matters... She had completely forgotten. Or rather, Cassandra that particular subject had never been a priority for her. She had to be careful her personal biases don't affect the princess.
"Just to clarify," Eugene said, pulling her out of her thoughts. He pointed at Cassandra, "You're still... inexperienced in this area?"
"Of course I am," Cassandra replied stiffly. "I mean I'm not! That's not what I mean! You know what I mean!"
Eugene didn't laugh, contrary to what Cassandra had expected.
"Well," he said, his tone serious, "you just need to teach her the theory. I'll handle the practical aspects when the time comes."
Cassandra abruptly stood up. "That's enough for tonight. You should go." She started gathering Eugene's books. "Leave these here. You'll be back to study tomorrow, right?"
She practically shoved him out the door before he could respond.
As the door closed behind Eugene, Cassandra leaned against it, her mind reeling. Eugene was experienced, and she wasn't. Not that she'd seek out such experience, but the realization unsettled her.
Eugene stumbled into the hallway, his head still buzzing from their intense study session and Cassandra's unexpected revelation. As he turned the corner, he nearly collided with Lady Crowley, the castle's stern housekeeper.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, taking in Eugene's disheveled appearance and the late hour. "Mr. Fitzherbert," she said, her voice dripping with disapproval, "what are you doing leaving Lady Cassandra's chambers at this hour?"
Eugene's mind raced for an explanation. Before he could stammer out a response, Cassandra appeared, her face a mask of calm.
"Lady Crowley," Cassandra said smoothly, "Eugene was assisting me with princess security details. You know how dedicated I am to protecting Her Highness."
Lady Crowley's expression remained skeptical. "I see. Well, to avoid misunderstandings, perhaps you should conduct such business in a more public place. We wouldn't want to start any unsavory rumors, would we?"
Eugene and Cassandra exchanged a quick glance, realizing they had no choice but to agree. "Of course, Lady Crowley," Eugene said, forcing a smile. "We wouldn't want that at all."
As Lady Crowley's footsteps faded, Eugene turned to Cassandra with a groan. "Well, this complicates things."
Cassandra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Looks like you're bunking here for now, Fitzherbert. Try not to snore."
Eugene chuckled nervously. "Me? Snore? Never. I sleep like a baby... a very quiet, handsome baby."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Just get inside before someone else sees you."
As they re-entered Cassandra's room, the reality of their new situation began to sink in. Eugene glanced around, suddenly acutely aware of the limited space. "So, uh... where exactly am I supposed to sleep?"
Cassandra gestured vaguely to a spot on the floor near the window. "There's some extra blankets in the chest. Make yourself comfortable."
Eugene eyed the hard stone floor warily. "Right. Comfortable. Got it."
As they settled in for the night, both Eugene and Cassandra found themselves lying awake, minds racing with the potential consequences of their new arrangement.
Sixth Night
Eugene woke up with a groan, his back aching from another night on Cassandra's hard floor. He stretched, wincing as his muscles protested. The past few nights had been a test of endurance, both physically and mentally. The constant proximity to Cassandra, coupled with the stress of keeping their arrangement secret from Rapunzel, was taking its toll.
"You look terrible," Cassandra observed, already up and polishing her sword. The early morning light streaming through the window highlighted the dark circles under Eugene's eyes.
"Thanks for the compliment," Eugene muttered, rubbing his neck. "Even the royal massages aren't helping anymore. And I've got training with the guards today. Your father thinks I'm getting dull. This is going to be fun."
"Couldn't you have gotten out of it?" Cassandra asked "You weaseled out of worse!"
"It was either lie, and bring more suspicion to myself; or tell him the truth which is I've been sleeping on your daughter's floor. I took one for the team, here!"
Cassandra frowned, a flicker of concern crossing her face. Despite their usual antagonistic relationship, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. "Maybe we need to rethink this sleeping arrangement. We can't have you falling apart on us."
Eugene nodded, grimacing as he stood up. "I'm open to suggestions. Got any spare feather beds lying around?"
They spent the next hour brainstorming solutions, but each idea seemed more impractical than the last. Bringing in another bed was out of the question - it would raise too many suspicions. The room was too small for a hammock as there weren't any pillars to attach one.
"We could take turns sleeping on the floor," Cassandra suggested halfheartedly.
Eugene shook his head. "No, that's not fair to you. This is your room, after all."
As they continued to debate, the sun rose higher in the sky, reminding them both of their duties for the day. They agreed to revisit the issue that night, hoping inspiration would strike in the meantime.
Throughout the day, Eugene found himself distracted, his mind constantly returning to their predicament. During guard training, he narrowly avoided a practice sword to the face, earning a stern reprimand from the Captain.
Cassandra, too, found her thoughts wandering. As she went about her duties as Rapunzel's lady-in-waiting, she couldn't shake the image of Eugene's pained expression that morning. It was strange, she mused, how quickly their dynamic had shifted from antagonism to something resembling... friendship?
She shook her head. No, that wasn't it. She just enjoyed seeing him in pain, but only when she was the one causing it. Unless she had thrown him to the floor herself...
"Why are you smiling?" Rapunzel asked, interrupting Cassandra's thoughts.
Cassandra quickly composed herself. "It's just you... you make me smile. You're becoming a formidable princess."
Rapunzel looked at her, bemused. "No, that's not it. You're making one of those faces you make when you've thought of the perfect comeback to one of Eugene's quips."
Cassandra felt her face grow warm. She didn't have a thinking-about-Eugene face. This was just a coincidence. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, turning away to hide her expression.
Seventh Night
Eugene returned to Cassandra's room that evening to find her struggling with a large, rolled-up mattress. He blinked in surprise, wondering if his sleep-deprived mind was playing tricks on him.
"Cass?" he asked, bewildered. "What's all this?"
Cassandra grunted, shoving the mattress into place. "Couldn't bring in another bed without raising suspicions. No pillars for a hammock. So... bigger bed for us."
Eugene's eyebrows shot up. "Us?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Don't get any ideas, Fitzherbert. It's practical. We both need sleep."
An awkward silence fell between them. The implications of sharing a bed, even platonically, hung heavy in the air.
"So..." Eugene cleared his throat. "How's this going to work?"
Cassandra sighed, drawing an imaginary line down the center of the bed. "Your side, my side. Cross it, and you'll be sleeping in a shallow grave. Got it?"
Eugene nodded, relief and apprehension mixing. "Got it. Thanks, Cass. I... appreciate this."
As they settled in later, backs to each other, both were acutely aware of the other's presence. This new arrangement would take some getting used to.
Eugene woke feeling more rested than he had in days. Cassandra's side of the bed was empty. She sat at her desk, scribbling furiously. "Morning, Cass," he yawned. "What's got you up so early?" Cassandra looked up, her expression a mix of determination and worry. "Trying to figure out how to explain this to Rapunzel if she finds out. We need a cover story." Eugene's good mood evaporated. "Right. Good point. Any ideas?" They spent the next hour crafting and discarding explanations, each sounding more ridiculous than the last. Finally, they settled on telling the truth if needed. They weren't doing anything wrong. They were sleeping together, but not sleeping together. "This is a mess," Cassandra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Hey, at least we're both getting some sleep now," Eugene offered with a weak smile. Cassandra rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "
Eugene woke feeling more rested than he had in days. Cassandra's side of the bed was empty. She sat at her desk, scribbling furiously.
"Morning, Cass," he yawned. "What's got you up so early?"
Cassandra looked up, her expression a mix of determination and worry. "Trying to figure out how to explain this to Rapunzel if she finds out. We need a cover story."
Eugene's good mood evaporated. "Right. Good point. Any ideas?"
They spent the next hour crafting and discarding explanations, each sounding more ridiculous than the last. Finally, they settled on telling the truth if needed. They weren't doing anything wrong. They were sleeping together, but not sleeping together.
"This is a mess," Cassandra sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Hey, at least we're both getting some sleep now," Eugene offered with a weak smile.
Cassandra rolled her eyes, and gave him a weak slap on the face. As she did, she couldn't help but notice that Eugene looked a bit cute now that he was somewhat rested. She quickly pushed that thought away, annoyed at herself.
Tenth night
Eugene and Cassandra fell into an easy rhythm over the next few days. Their evenings were a mix of separate activities and shared moments. Cassandra would join Eugene's readings when he stumbled upon a particularly intriguing topic. Eugene, when bored, would would help Cassandra polish her swords.
Their conversations meandered through various subjects, from Rapunzel's latest antics to their own colorful pasts. They often discussed other countries, with Cassandra's knowledge stemming from books and Eugene's from firsthand experience. He would vividly describe the people, food, architecture, and—most amusingly—the jails. Eugene had developed an intricate rating system for prisons, scoring them based on inmate comforts, escape difficulty, and guard amiability.
"You know," Eugene said one night as they lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, "I never thought I'd say this, but this isn't terrible."
Cassandra snorted. "High praise from the great Flynn Rider. How does my dungeon rate on that system of your? "
"I'm serious," Eugene said, his tone unusually sincere. "It's... nice. Having someone to talk to about all this."
Cassandra turned her head, surprised. "Yeah," she admitted after a moment. "It is."
In that moment, they realized they were no longer merely tolerating each other for Rapunzel's sake; they had become true friends, united by their shared love for Rapunzel and their determination to find their place in her world.
Eleventh Night
One evening, they realized they had exhausted their supply of reading material and polishing equipment.
"Well, Fitzherbert," Cassandra said, leaning back in her chair, "looks like we've run out of distractions. What now?"
Eugene grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We could always talk. I've got plenty of stories from my Flynn Rider days that would make your hair curl."
Cassandra rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her curiosity. "Alright, let's hear it. But keep it tasteful, Fitzherbert. I don't need to know about your sordid affairs."
As Eugene regaled her with tales of daring heists and narrow escapes, Cassandra found herself drawn into his world of adventure. She listened intently, occasionally interjecting with sarcastic comments or questions about his tactics.
As the night wore on, Cassandra's curiosity got the better of her. "So, Flynn Rider must have had his fair share of admirers. Any interesting love interests in your past?"
Eugene's he hesitated. "Oh, you know, the usual. Damsels in distress, feisty barmaids... nothing too exciting"
Cassandra sensed his reluctance and narrowed her eyes. "Come on, Fitzherbert. You're holding out on me. What, don't you trust me? I won't tell Raps. By knowing what you like, I might be convinced to nudge her into the right direction for your Royal Pleasure. "
"As appealing as that offer sounds, I like normal conventional. I had my fill of the unconventional."
"Unconventional, you say… Then I'll know what to steer away from when helping Rapunzel navigate the mazes of her 'awakening.'"
"Big words from a virgin, but okay… Hey! put the sword down! Well, there was this one girl who liked to... roleplay. She'd pretend to be a guard catching me in the act, and things would get... intense."
Cassandra's eyes widened. "You mean she liked to pretend to force you? Or be forced?"
Eugene nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah, both, actually. Different times, different scenarios. It was... interesting."
Cassandra furrowed her brow, trying to understand. "I don't get it. What's the appeal in that? Shouldn't embracing each other be about care and tenderness."
Eugene shrugged. "For some people, it's about the power dynamic, I guess. The thrill of control or submission. It's not for everyone." Sensing Cassandra's discomfort, Eugene quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, enough about my past. What about you, Cass? What do you look for in a guy?"
Cassandra blinked, caught off guard by Eugene's question. "I... never really thought about it."
Eugene grinned, leaning forward. "Come on, everyone has a type. Spill it, Dragon Lady."
Cassandra rolled her eyes but decided to humor him. "Fine. I guess I'd want someone strong, independent, and capable. Someone who can fight but also has brains. They'd need to be dedicated but know how to have fun. And they'd have to respect me as an equal."
Eugene's grin widened. "Congratulations, Cass. You just described yourself."
Cassandra grabbed a nearby pillow and swung it at Eugene's head. "Shut up, Fitzherbert!"
As Eugene laughed and dodged, Cassandra's expression softened. "It's not like it matters. 22 years old, and I haven't been asked out once."
Eugene's laughter died down, and he looked at her seriously. "Are you kidding? Cass, you're amazing. You're smart, talented, and let's face it, you've got a rocking bod. Any guy would be lucky to have you."
Cassandra snorted. "Right. Because guys are lining up to date the prickly lady-in-waiting with a chip on her shoulder."
Eugene shook his head. "You're selling yourself short. Heck, if I wasn't with Rapunzel, I'd totally go for you."
Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "Please. If you weren't with Rapunzel, you'd still be a thief, and I'd be a guard. We'd be on opposite sides of the law."
Eugene grinned. "I've always been up for a challenge. Who's to say I wouldn't have changed for you?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Your charms wouldn't work on me, Fitzherbert."
Eugene's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh really? Care to test that theory?"
Before Cassandra could protest, Eugene struck his "smolder" pose, eyebrow raised and lips pouted. Cassandra stared for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Nice try, Fitzherbert. But it'll take more than that to win me over."
As their laughter faded, a comfortable silence fell. Cassandra opened the window, letting in cool night air and moonlight. They gazed at the starry sky, lost in thought. She loved these moments of silence… Of course, she's always had them before Eugene started sleeping in her room, but silence is only good if it's broken now and then.
Eugene's voice broke the silence. "Huh."
Cassandra turned, eyebrow raised. "What?"
"Nothing," Eugene said quickly, looking away.
Cassandra narrowed her eyes. "Spit it out, Fitzherbert."
Eugene hesitated before speaking. "It's just... there was this one time I was camping out on a night like this. I thought I saw a forest spirit – porcelain skin, red cheeks, piercing eyes. She had the sweetest voice... you kind of reminded me of her just now."
Cassandra felt her cheeks grow warm. She quickly turned back to the window, hoping Eugene wouldn't notice.
"Wouldn't work, huh?" Eugene's voice was soft, almost teasing.
Cassandra whirled around, embarrassment turning to frustration. "That's it, Fitzherbert. Out!"
She lunged at Eugene, who yelped and scrambled away. As they scuffled, a knock at the door startled them.
"Cassandra?" Pete called. "Is everything alright? We heard a commotion."
Cassandra froze, gripping Eugene's collar. "Everything's fine, Pete!" she called back. "Just... chasing a rat!"
"A rat?" Eugene mouthed, looking offended.
Cassandra glared at him, then turned back to the door. "It's under control. You can go back to your post."
They listened as Pete's footsteps retreated down the hallway. Cassandra released Eugene with a huff, smoothing down her hair.
"I think that's my cue to leave," Eugene said, still grinning despite the rough handling.
"What are you talking about? They are out there!" Cassandra said curly. "You want a scandal on our hands?" She let go of him. "What are you playing at anyway, Fitzherbert? I don't appreciate your... whatever this is."
Eugene's expression softened slightly. "Look, Cass, I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. It's just... sometimes I forget that there's more to you than the tough exterior you always show."
Cassandra crossed her arms, leaning against the windowsill. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Eugene said, choosing his words carefully, "that you're not just the sarcastic, sword-wielding lady-in-waiting. You're... complex. Interesting, when you let people in."
Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "Careful, Fitzherbert. Someone might think you're actually complimenting me."
Eugene chuckled. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I wouldn't want to ruin your reputation."
A moment of silence passed between them, the tension in the air slowly dissipating. Cassandra found herself studying Eugene's face, noticing for the first time the sincerity in his eyes. It was... unsettling.
"You know," she said finally, her voice softer than before, "I could say the same about you. There's more to you than the smolder and the hair."
"Are you saying my hair isn't my best feature? I'm wounded, Cass."
Cassandra rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Your ego will survive, I'm sure."
They fell into another comfortable silence, both lost in thought. Cassandra found herself wondering about the forest spirit Eugene had mentioned. Was it just another one of his tall tales, or was there some truth to it?
"So," she said, breaking the silence, "this forest spirit of yours. Was she as charming as you?" Eugene grinned. "Oh, much more so. She had this way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. And her laugh... it was like music."
Cassandra felt an unexpected twinge in her chest. "Sounds like quite the encounter."
"It was," Eugene said, his voice taking on a dreamy quality. "How about we call it a night?"
Cassandra nodded.
Neither of them slept much that night. Cassandra replayed Eugene's words in her head and trying to make sense of the warmth she felt. Eugene, meanwhile, found himself thinking about how cute Cassandra looked when she was flustered and angry – a dangerous train of thought for a man in a committed relationship.
