Prince
Charming
appeared at
the base of
the tower
and smiled.
The
beautiful
princess
Rapunzel was
trapped
here, just
like the
legends
said.
Perfect. For
a moment, he
paused and
envisioned
how
enthusiastic
and excited
she’d be at
the rescue,
and his
mouth
watered.
He’d be
willing to
bet that she
would be
very
grateful.
He gave the
thick stones
a slap with
his gloved
hand.
“Rapunzel,
Rapunzel,
let down
your hair. I
wish to come
up and see
you.”
A brief
moment of
hesitation,
and then a
long,
thick
blonde
braid
spiraled
out of the
tower and
landed
against
the wall,
the tip of
the braid
brushing
against
the
grasses at
the base
of the
tower.
Prince
Charming
gave the
braid a
tug, then
began to
climb,
using the
braid as
an anchor.
He didn’t
get more
than a
foot or
two before
a loud,
unholy
snap
echoed in
the silent
wood. The
braid
became
loose in
his hand,
and
something
heavy
smacked
him on the
top of his
head. He
tumbled to
the ground
and stared
in disgust
at
Rapunzel’s
head,
still
attached
to the
now-loose
braid.
Charming
was no
lightweight,
you see,
and
zombies
weren’t
particularly
made for
climbing.
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