A healthy baby girl was born.
A princess.
Your sister. With long golden hair and bright green eyes, smiling and laughing in her linen bassinet.
Your mother, newly healed, raises her daughter into her arms, pressing her nose to hers with a warm smile. The girl giggles.
"Rapunzel," your mother whispers, eyes glassy with a mix of love and relief. You look up at your sister from her side, and she glances down at you with a reassuring smile.
"Her name is Rapunzel."
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Your mother was healed, and the birth of the child had gone smoothly. Both you and your father rejoiced, and with you, the rest of the kingdom. A festival was hosted, food and drink free for all who wished to participate. People danced and sang and laughed, and you finally left the castle to join in.
As the sun set and the moon began to rise with the closing of the festivities, you joined your mother and father, your sister in their arms, at the balcony overlooking the rest of your kingdom. Peering over the railing, you saw people filling the streets, many at the base of the castle looking up at the four of you in wait. Your father tucks you under his arm and smiles at you.
He picks up a lantern – adorned with designs of purple flowers – set on the stone balustrade in front of you and lights it with a candle. The lantern blooms gold with the flame, like the sun on the horizon beyond the sea. You beam in awe.
Your mother and father both set their hands underneath the lantern, gesturing for you to follow suit. Once you do, the three of you lift the lantern into the sky. Rapunzel reaches for the lantern with small fists and giggles as it waves in the salty breeze, floating up into the purple night.
The crowd gathered below you cheers as your mother sets a gentle hand on your shoulder, watching as the lantern rises higher and higher until it is but a speck in the sky, indistinguishable from the stars.
Everything was perfect.
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Though it hardly lasted.
It is late into the night. You are fast asleep beneath your covers, the window open to let in the breeze and relieve you of some of the summer heat. The moon shines bright over your face. All is well.
Until a voice.
Hushed and brittle.
It creeps through your window, just barely from the other room, so that you slowly wake to the soft sounds of an incantation being sung. If the voice was not so croaky, the words would lull you back to sleep in an instant.
Instead, you blink the sleepy haze out of your eyes and sit up.
"Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock-"
The voice cuts with a gasp. You freeze in your bed, brows furrowed in confusion. Who is that?
You aren't given much time to think on it when the cries of baby Rapunzel rip through the air from the other room. There is a bang of doors and a thud, which finally has you ripping off your covers and scrambling out into the balcony you share with your parents in your nightclothes. Your breath is quickening, and panic and confusion are beginning to settle in your bones.
When you reach your parents bedroom, you find yourself frozen once again.
Your mother is crying as she speaks angry words and your father is fuming as they cling to one another. Palace guards are streaming into the room, pushing past you to get to the balcony and barking orders at one another. A lantern is lit.
You stalk over to the bassinet cautiously. It had been Rapunzel who was crying, perhaps something terrible happened to her. You fear for what you will see as you approach, although you did not prepare yourself for what you did end up seeing.
Nothing.
The bassinet is empty, linen blankets still creased with your sister's imprint.
Rapunzel is gone.
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YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 - Flynn Rider X Reader
Lãng mạnIn which you fall for a thief. You are the heir to your kingdom and sister of Rapunzel. Years after she goes missing and burdened by duty, you begin your search for a stolen crown. You didn't expect to fall in love with the thief in the process.
