snow sees an awful lot of herself within rapunzel. she figures they are formed of the same stuff in some way ; some mixture of fate and faerie blessings/curses and plain old bad luck. the sound of the ball within spills out onto this little slice of peace, the balcony overlooking the wide garden, and snow wonders for a moment if any would notice should the pair of them clamber over the railings and disappear into the hedge maze forevermore. perhaps their princes would after a time. snow's fingers curl 'round the rail as she smiles softly at the other woman.

          ❝   it’s fine,   ❞   he barks as he wrestles his arm back from her grasp.   to call the wound fine was an understatement based only on the blood running across his skin.   with the exhaustion weighing on his mind from the wild chase of the afternoon,  the last thing the monk needed right now was to have her fretting about him.   yet as he slumped down on the small cot,  the young healer’s presence still fluttered nearby.   it was occasions like these he wished that father carden did not insist on sending him to her for most of his ailments.

               she did not believe it to be possible. she had long lost hope, after so many years of her daughter being gone. but she couldn't show that, not in front of cirilla, who still so incredibly tightly clung to the idea of pavetta being somewhere out there. it was this sweet little girl who would always light the first lantern and set it into the sky, followed by hundreds more, cintra's people crying out for their lost princess. she was their rose, the blood of the lioness, and they loved her as much as they did their queen,and so they clung to hope. and calanthe let them. people needed to believe something... but that was going too far. 

               she couldn't even count how many poor girls with fair hair and green eyes were brought to her by somebody hoping to get rewarded for returning her her daughter. but it was never her. it was never her pavetta. that was exact why, this time, she didn't rush to the throne room when she was told of yet another girl being brought in. she had no more strength in her to let herself have hope only to have it crushed the second her eyes rested upon the girl's face. her heart couldn’t take much more of that. because she would recognise her daughter, her only, beloved child, no matter when and where...

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