Rapunzel's Sister (Rewrite) • Prince Jack x Oc

04 | Purple Field of Flowers

|04 : Purple Field of Flowers

"You'd make a wonderful Queen, dear."

"She's our future queen, so strong and graceful!"

"You’re a true leader, Azazel. We believe in you."

"With you leading us, Fleurmont will shine!"

"Remember, dear, you're destined for the throne. Do your best to live up to the role," her mother says, her voice echoing through the grand hall. The young princess nods, her face filled with determination. "Yes, Mother," she replies.

Her mother’s gaze softens as she looks up at the paintings that adorn the walls. Azazel follows her mother's gaze, wondering what she might be looking at.

"Your sister would've been proud of you..." Her mother mutters eyes fixated on the family portrait that shows them holding baby Rapunzel. Azazel glances at the painting, then at her mother. A flicker of sadness crosses her face before she nods, agreeing softly "Mhm, I bet she would have." She stares at the painting doubting and questioning her mother's words.

'Would she though? Is doing all of this making her proud?' the young princess wonders gazing at her older sister's face, she looks away for a moment to look at her mother's soft face then back at the painting.

'Will all of this be worth it?'

'Is this worth it?'

'Am I worth it to become Queen?'

"Quit looking at me like that" Azazel sneers throwing a rock at her reflection in the water, making ripples that distort her reflection into wavy and fragmented patterns. Azazel stepped back from the lake looking around the forestry around her, eagles loudly screeching from above, insects chirping, and squirrels chattering.

Azazel stepped away from the lake wandering around the forest, mindlessly exploring the woods with little to no care. Trying to get her mind off of the events that occurred to her while humming a tune, she didn't have an exact place she wanted to go. She just wanted a place where she could rewind and forget about everything back home.

She skipped through the woods, crushing twigs with each step she took in her black shiny Mary Janes. She stopped in her tracks upon seeing a field of purple flowers "Woah." She gasped astonished by the view in front of her, she needed to see it up close "Is there a way down around here?" She wonders looking around the place.

"Do I just... Jump down?" She mutters walking to the edge and looking down, crouching down preparing to jump evaluating the chances of her potentially breaking her legs from the height.

she stopped her overthinking upon seeing a bunny hop down a slope below her "Oh," she looked to her right seeing a slope.

"Welp, there goes my plans on jumping" She walks to the slope, stepping down the slope with caution not wanting to accidentally slip and fall. Once down, she headed towards the field of flowers falling to her knees once she was surrounded by them.

"Oh, how gorgeous, you are," she says stretching her hand to touch the flower, a huge gust of wind unexpectedly hitting her and the field of flowers, the petals flying along with the gust of wind.

In Risky Rock, we can see the young prince, Jack resting in the shared bedroom he shared with his roommate. Jack sat on the desk, looking out the opened window letting the wind through the bedroom.

So boring, the prince thought allowing the wind to hit his face staring at the scenery, he glanced at himself at the small mirror placed on the desk. His princely face looking back at him "Hmph, if Azazel wasn't in such a rush. She would've been having lunch with me than some guy from that avenue" Jack grumbles, not noticing the butterfly fluttering towards him settling on his knuckles. He takes notice of this, shaking his hand in an attempt to get the butterfly off of him.