The Truth Behind Rapunzel (Gothel)

No sooner have I stepped inside than someone speaks up, "Hand over your first born child, Gothel."

I spin around to be faced with a mysterious pair of blue eyes and a wry smile. "Rumplestiltskin." I breathe, "I thought you went off to explore the world."

"I did. Now I'm back. I will expect you to uphold your promise." He says, running a hand through his long, dark hair.

"I made that promise when I was eight." I reply, thinking back.

"I'm never going to get married and I'm never going to have children!" I declared decisively.

"Really?" Rumplestiltskin inquired.

"Yes. Boys are stupid."

"Hey! That's not very nice." Rumplestiltskin whined, putting his hands on his hips.

I stuck my tongue out. "Fine. Then if you are never going to get married, I suppose you won't mind agreeing to give me your first born child." He challenged.

"Alright. Because it will NEVER happen!"

"A promise is a promise." Rumplestiltskin says, "You must uphold your word."

"For your information, this child isn't even mine." I respond.

This takes Rumpelstiltskin by surprise. "She's not?"

I explain what happened. "Well, she is a first born child, and now she's yours, so she IS your first born child." He decides.