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Frying pan in hand and Pascal atop her currently crownless head, as she had left it back at the castle, after all, she wasn’t exactly unknown anymore, Rapunzel made her way around her kingdom at a leisurely pace, taking in the beauty of her surroundings, the sweet smell of baked goods and the sounds of joy and laughter amidst the Kingdom of Corona. Although she had returned to her rightful position as Princess of Corona, Rapunzel was still taking her time, getting used to the place she would now call home.

She turned in circles as she walked, taking in everything at once. It wasn’t her first time out adventuring in the kingdom, but each time she went out still took her breath away. Eighteen years spent in the same old tower has that kind of affect on you. Usually she’d be accompanied by Maximus and Eugene, however the two had other appointments to attend to, especially since Eugene was no longer the kingdom’s notorious thief, but rather he was now the beloved prince.

The brunette paused and waved at a group of young children, before she began walking again. Not paying attention to where she was going, as soon as she was facing forward again, Rapunzel walked right into a tall body.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry-”

Belle, without you in my life, I wrote a song that talks about how I really feel about you. It’s all of my feelings. Mine. Me. Gaston. Not anyone else’s.

The darkest corners of the woods were no place for a man to be found. Here, bats roosted in the trees, the trees were barren and lifeless, and the wolves were the second-most feared predator to be found. The first was a man.

He was not as bulky as he’d been in his days of village life. Months of near-starvation had seen to that. His hair had grown out, a wild mop shielding his eyes. A thick, ragged beard covered his strong jawline. To look at the creature, in tattered clothes, and stalking about like an animal, one would never guess this was the great hunter, Gaston.

At least, he’d once been. Not even he knew such a name. All he knew, after Fate had changed his destiny months before, was the hunt. He’d forgotten his name, but not the skills he’d acquired to make that name respected.

Beast, you may have her now, but there are many other things you don’t have. Like a manly singing voice, like me.

This one goes out to @the-provincial-beauty. In your face, @the-hopeless-beast.