Rapunzel | [Prince Stefan X Reader] ✓

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The berry and rose garden surrounding the black tower was a haven of vibrant colours and sugary sweet fragrances. Climbing blush-pink roses, their delicate petals unfurled like silk, cascaded down the ancient stone walls, entwining with bursts of lavender, baby's breath and chamomile. Amidst this tapestry of blooms, Penelope and Hobie aimlessly wandered, gathering an abundance of juicy red berries. The warm sunlight danced through the lattice of vines, casting dappled shadows on the lush green grass.

Penelope's laughter echoed through the garden as she plucked a particularly ripe berry, its juice staining her fingers crimson. Hobie, sensing her delight, twitched his whiskers, his big brown eyes shining with shared joy. Together, they filled a large wicker basket with the succulent treasures, the scent of ripe berries and rose petals wafting up to entice them.

As they worked, the tower's imposing stone façade seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the garden's vibrant beauty. The air vibrated with the gentle hum of bees and the soft rustle of leaves, creating a soothing melody that accompanied Penelope and Hobie's tranquil labour. The basket, soon overflowing with the fruit of their efforts, would provide a sweet treat for the evening, a testament to the garden's bounty and their joyful camaraderie.

Hobie suddenly darted forward, his ears perked up, and nibbled at a particularly succulent berry bush. Penelope smiled, following his lead, and together they savored the sweetness of the moment, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of their secret garden oasis. The world beyond the tower's walls receded, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves, the warmth of the sun, and the simple pleasure of sharing a perfect afternoon with a dear friend.

Penelope surveyed the overflowing basket, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "Do you think we have enough berries?" she asked Hobie, who was busily munching on the fruit. Hobie, his mouth stained with juice, paused to consider, then dropped another berry into the basket. "Oh, I'm not, not sure," he mumbled, his cheeks bulging.

Penelope laughed. "Well, we would if you'd stop eating them!" Hobie's eyes sparkled with mischief as he picked another berry and popped it into his mouth. "Who said I'm...eating them?" he asked, his voice innocent.

Penelope playfully rolled her eyes. "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! It's so simple! We bust her out!" Hobie's ears perked up, intrigued, as he continued snacking on the berries. "And how do we do that?" he asked, his voice muffled.

Penelope's grin faltered, her brow furrowing. "I haven't figured out that part yet." She shrugged, but her determination remained unwavering. "At least we can bring her this!" She nudged the basket with her foot, ensuring it was secure.

Just then, a deep voice boomed from above, "What are you doing?" Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she jumped in fright, her eyes darting upward to locate the speaker. Hugo's stern face peered down from the tower window, his expression unreadable.

Penelope's eyes widened as she gazed up at her father, Hugo, perched atop the stone building like a gargoyle come to life. His rugged features seemed chiseled from the same granite as the tower itself, and his voice rumbled like thunder. "Father!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and trepidation.

Hugo's piercing gaze settled upon the basket of berries at Penelope's feet, his expression darkening. "I'm trying to make paint, for (Y/N)," she gently explained, her words spilling out in a rush. But Hugo's response was unforgiving. "That girl is none of your concern," he growled, his voice low and menacing.