My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (3)

Pitch Black

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"Jack Frost?"

Rapunzel nods, looking anywhere but my eyes.

"The villagers were talking about him. They said something about a legend, but I've read every legend in our library and I've never heard of Jack Frost."

My anger quickly rises. "He's no one. Just a myth."

Rapunzel frowns. She looks out the window and refuses to look at me. She knows I'm not telling her something. My daughter is smart, maybe too smart.

I sigh, leaning back in my seat as we leave the small village. Rapunzel continues to watch the clouds, those big green eyes searching every swirl and curl. Her long blonde hair trails down her back, bundling in her seat next to her. I've never cut her hair, nor will I ever. Her magic grows deep in her golden hair, the magic that could over power me. I think of this every day. What if one day she learns the truth and kills me? I doubt my daughter, each day as she grows older, wiser.

If she learns of Jack Frost, she will surely know. She'll know I killed her birth father. She'll know she doesn't belong to me.

I shake these thoughts away. I shouldn't think like this. Jack Frost can never come back anyway. Even if she learns of him, she isn't the one who could overthrow me, it has to be him himself. He shall either save or destroy the world.

"Father," Rapunzel says, snapping me from my thoughts. "I would like to... ask you something."

"What is it, my dear?"

I watch as she inhales sharply, then turns those demanding green eyes on me.

"Who was my mother?"

I sigh a small sigh of relief. I thought she was going to ask about Jack Frost again.

"She was a fighter. She died at childbirth," I repeat the same thing I've always told her when she asked.

"No, I... I meant who was she?"

Before I can reply, our coach stops. The door opens and Rapunzel steps out, clearly angry. I step out and watch her stomp up the steps and away into the castle. I sigh before following.

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A Few Days Later...

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I throw all the letters on the desk. I knew this day would come, soon if not sooner. They want to get on my good side, is all. So I don't turn their kingdom to dust, to nothing but a speck of sand.

I can't lose her either. She is too important to my plan. And... I may have developed feelings for the girl. I feel like an actual father to her. I know I'll never be, but it feels good to pretend.

I glare at the letters, taunting me as they sit on my desk. Four kingdoms want to marry Rapunzel. Four different princes to snatch her away from me and ruin everything. I must speak with her about this, to see if she really wants... a husband. She's only seventeen.

No, it's not her choice anyway. I am the King of Nightmares, ruler of the Darkness. If I don't want her to marry, she won't.

I lean back in my seat, rubbing my temples. I have too much stress, I need to relax. How it was easier when Rapunzel was younger and just believed whatever I said.

There's a knock on my door. I tell for them to come. I expect Rapunzel, but instead it's Alexzander, my general.

"Ah, what a lovely surprise," I say, folding my hands on my desk.