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── .✦ JUST AN HOUR later into that day, Freddie was sat in his dorm room on the floor, leaning against Chad's bed as his mother sat on her son's bed. For a while, they were just speaking about life and how they were both doing until Freddie decided to ruin the mood.
"Are you and Dad getting a divorce?" Freddie asked randomly and Rapunzel was taken aback by his bluntness for just a moment until she instantly replied.
"No? Who gave you that idea, sweetheart?" She tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowed with pure concern and confusion and Freddie let out a sigh of relief. No matter how many problems he had with his dad at the moment, he wanted his mother to be happy, even if it was with him.
"It was just a rumour, I just wanted to make sure." He shrugged, fiddling with the sleeves of his light-blue button-up shirt and his knees were propped up, his arms resting on them, "So, you guys are okay?"
"Uh... Well, not exactly. That's why I came." Rapunzel winced as she spoke, knowing her words would hurt him but she couldn't keep it from him, he deserved to know what was going on. Freddie sat up straighter, his ears ready to listen in, "Your father's been cursed."
"What? By who?" He scrunched his brows, pushing himself up from the floor and he sat beside her on the bed, clearly concerned. If it was true, it would answer all of his questions as to why his father has suddenly become so angered.
"You see, that's what I'm unsure about, all I know is that it's someone from the Isle. That's why he was so angry that day." She stared at her hands, it was obvious that she was pained by something, even possibly irritated. Freddie reached out after noticing her change in demeanour and he placed his hands in hers, trying everything in his will to comfort his mother the way she comforted him throughout his childhood.
"Did something else happen after I left?" His voice was as quiet as a whisper as he asked, he wanted nothing more than to make his mother feel cared for and happier than ever, his father too.
"Yes, that's how I know. Do you remember the stories of how I met your father? How I was locked in a tower by a woman named Gothel?" Rapunzel finally looked away from her hands and stared into her son's eyes, her own eyes were watered and full of hurt.
"I remember." Freddie nodded, gesturing for her to continue and his brows were furrowed in not only concentration on the words that were escaping her lips, but also curiosity.
"She used to tell me these stories growing up about how she had a child with a sorcerer of some sort. She stopped telling me them once I could start to talk, expecting I'd forget but I never did." She explained and Freddie looked off into the distance in thought, he had no idea who it could be. But he knew who would.
