It was a cloudy morning when Rapunzel first spotted the prince, riding on his majestic horse, towards her tower. Even from the distance, she could feel his glorious, royal, entitled, prince-like vibe. She shuddered in disgust even thinking about it.
Rapunzel wasn’t a normal princess. She wasn’t cute, charming and charismatic-that was what everyone else pictured her to be. Oh, no. She was rebellious, stubborn, daring, adventurous. And just when she thought she had had enough of sitting still and looking pretty, she decided to leave her royal castle and lock herself up in her beautiful tower, called Antilia. Of course, she had her pet dragon, Ares, for protection.
Rapunzel hated unwanted attention. But her isolation had only seemed to have gained her more attention than she used to get in the first place. People all over Europe thought she was a damsel in distress, a frightened princess, waiting to be saved. And so they sent their finest men and bravest knights to save her.
They never returned. Ares constantly craved for human flesh.
And now, there was another ‘knight in shining armour’, wishing to save Rapunzel. Another knight unaware of his likely death in a few minutes.
“So much for heroism,” Rapunzel thought to herself.
She watched nonchalantly as the prince approached her tower and she signalled Ares to stay alert and get ready. But as she continued watching, she noticed something different about this prince. She felt his arrogant determination, and in that instant knew he wouldn’t stop until she was saved. When the prince reached the tower, he valiantly leapt onto the dragon’s head, and within mere minutes, he slew the dragon.
None of this even seemed to bother Rapunzel, who only grumbled in response and picked up her long, black Stygian sword.
Oh, and she definitely didn’t let down her hair when he asked her to.
When the prince painstakingly climbed up the tower and finally made it to the top, Rapunzel looked him dead in the eye, smiled gracefully, and in the most charming way possible, said, “Thank you!”
Aaand then she stabbed him in the heart with a swift and clean movement of her sword.
“Ah, fairy tales,” she thought to herself, as she climbed down the tower.
“The stuff that dreams are made of.”
She then took the prince’s horse and rode away into the horizon, ready to chase down another adventure, and equally ready for other men to chase down her.
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