Rapunzel | [Prince Stefan X Reader] ✓

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The past two days had been a haze of distraction for (Y/N). As she went about her daily chores, her mind wandered to the mysterious gentleman she'd met in the meadow. She recalled the way his hands felt around her waist, warm and gentle, and how soft his lips looked when he smiled. Every task seemed to require twice the effort, as her thoughts drifted back to the handsome stranger.

While painting, (Y/N)'s brushstrokes became lazy and whimsical, her colours blending into dreamy, sparkly landscapes. Her usual precision gave way to fanciful flourishes, as if her art itself was enchanted. She couldn't shake the memory of his water-coloured eyes, the way they sparkled when he laughed. Even the roses in her garden seemed to bloom brighter, as if reflecting the radiant smile etched in her mind.

Otto, ever the sly observer, noticed (Y/N)'s daydreaming. He'd catch her staring out the window, lost in thought, or watch as she forgot to stir Gothel's tea, mesmerized by some invisible vision. A knowing glint would flicker in his eye, and he'd slink away, silent as a ghost. Otto sensed the change in (Y/N), the way her very presence seemed infused with an otherworldly glow.

As she went about her daily routine, she felt like she was moving through a foggy dream. Every moment, every gesture, seemed to echo with the whispered promise: I was enchanted to meet you. The words replayed in her mind like a gentle melody, soothing and haunting. Even the castle's stone walls seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the vibrant hues of the meadow, where their paths had crossed in a lavender haze.

In the stillness of the night, her thoughts returned to the mysterious gentleman. She wondered if she'd ever see him again, if their paths would cross once more. The possibility sent shivers down her spine, and she'd smile to herself, the darkness of her room illuminated by the warm glow of fluffy memories. As she drifted off to sleep, her heart remained...enchanted, held captive by the stranger's captivating smile.

(Y/N)'s thoughts were a jumble of wonder and curiosity, her mind replaying every moment of their encounter. Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you, she silently pleaded, as if fate itself could hear her whispers.

As she wandered the Spire's corridors, (Y/N) felt like she was wandering into the arms of somebody new. Every step, every movement, every breath, every step, seemed to draw her closer to the mysterious gentleman with the ocean blue eyes and light brown hair. His presence lingered within her, an ethereal connection that refused to fade.

The words they'd shared in the meadow echoed through her mind: his eyes whispered, "Have we met before?" across the room, his silhouette started to make its way to her. (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat as she recalled the way he'd moved toward her, his eyes locked on hers.

In the mirror, her reflection smiled back, her eyes sparkling with a secret. The lingering question kept her up 'til 2 AM. Who do you love? she mused, the question echoing through her thoughts like a refrain.

As the night wore on, Rapunzel's room transformed into a sanctuary of memories. She relived every moment of their encounter, her heart swelling with emotion. "I was enchanted to meet you," she whispered, the words becoming a promise, a vow to hold onto the magic of that fleeting encounter.

(Y/N)'s cotton candy coloured skirts swirled around her as she twirled across her room, her feet bare and her loose hair flying. Penelope, seated on the velvet chaise, watched with a dreamy expression. "Tell me again about the village... and don't leave out a single detail!" she begged, her eyes sparkling as her toes wriggled.

(Y/N)'s face glowed, her breath catching in her throat. "You should see it... All the people, the castle, the food..." Her words painted a vivid picture, transporting Penelope to the bustling village. "But the best part was..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her (Y/E/C) eyes locked on Penelope's. "...I met somebody." The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the revelation.