The Best of Friendscontrary_izybelJanuary 21 2012, 07:20:04 UTC
Someone was in bed with her. A long, thin frame curled around hers, soft fingers tickling at her nose. For a moment Rapunzel thought about panicking, because it definitely wasn’t her finance who had been all but locked in a cabin so he wouldn’t see his bride before the wedding. And it wasn’t her mother, who was fond of waking Rapunzel but usually by bouncing on the bed like a child. And it wasn’t any of the maids who would have just fluttered about like birds, unsure of how to wake their princess
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The Best of Friends part 2contrary_izybelJanuary 21 2012, 07:20:38 UTC
And after that Rapunzel allowed him to adjust the tiny details of her dress, allowed him to walk her to the hall where she was to meet her father, and even allowed him a quick kiss before he had to run up the aisle to stand with Max. She probably should have put Pascal in charge of the rings but Max looked so proud of himself and his duty, stern faced and almost silly with the tiny pillow in his hands, that Rapunzel decided it was for the best that he be given the job. After all, Pascal was there to keep an eye on him. Nothing much had changed there even after their forms had become human
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