•Season 1 finale
•Varian is loading Rapunzels hair into the drill to free Quirin
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"And once my father is free, Corona will pay for everything you did to me," Varian speaks. His voice was venomous, with nothing but hatred and anger for the family standing before him. Rapunzel had everything. All he had was his father- not now, but soon. Soon, he would have him back.
He stands at the drill and ignores every cry that tells him to stop. Gold on gold, sparks and shards of the amber shoot through the air as it begins to work. His eyes widen, then narrow as he sees his goal growing ever closer.
Rapunzels hair was holding up but the princess had fallen. She was barely awake now but struggling to hold on for her mother's sake. She looked up in time to see the amber slowly cracking, then shatter to pieces, covering the floor.
"Dad!" Varian shouts, abandoning the drill to help his father off the floor. Quirin lets out a few groans as movement returns to him. His joints were stiff and he was unclear of what was happening around him. As he returns his sons hug, he takes in the scene. The princess lying on the floor, her hair trapped in some machine, the king dressed as some sort of assassin, and...
"My queen!" He shouts, pushing his son aside as he races to her rescue. He grabs a shard of the amber and uses it to cut her chain. They both help the other to get away just as the amber grows and solidifies onto the wall.
Varian watched and felt a pang in his heart. Sure, she had needed saving, but hadn't he just saved his father? Surely he'd get that satisfaction soon. A note catches his eye- the note! The note his father had left him! He'd never been able to read it through the amber, but now he could! He picks it up and begins scanning thorough the lines. Proud. Proud. Proud.
His father was proud of him.
His lips curl into a grin and he turns to face the royals, the queen now in her husbands arms, a sleeping Rapunzel held by them both. He speaks with a new wave of confidence, "You'll feel what it's like to lose, now. You'll understand what you put me th-"
"That's enough, Varian."
Ice shoots through his veins as he's forced to turn around by his shoulder. Quirin towered over him. In this moment, he understood just how small he was.
Quirin took the note from his hand. "This is how I felt before you threatened your kingdom. This is how you treat your superiors? Your life is to serve them, not me," he scolds, Varian only feeling smaller with every word. "This is so much worse than anything I thought you could do."
"But I-I did it to save you! I had to have you back, I-I had to-"
"No," he sighs with distain. This was inappropriate with the royals here. All of this was just... wrong. "Varian... what have you done?"
He couldn't tell if he was crying. His world was racing and even the floor below him felt as if it would give out any moment. "But you were supposed to be proud of me." His once-strong voice came out as a whisper now. Like a mouse that had found just enough courage to speak a few, small words.
"How could I ever be proud of you now?"
