Every now and then a rabbit would hop by. She sighed. It was the same as yesterday. It was beautiful, but the same. Oh well. Soon I’ll have my prince, she thought happily. She sang to herself. A gust of wind came and blew her hair. She fixed her hair, unbraiding it, then rebraiding it.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair,” a voice called. So she let her hair down, expecting the enchantress that raised her. Only when the person climbed through the window, it wasn’t the enchantress. It was a man.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said as she backed against the wall.
“W-who are you?” she asked.
“I am the prince. My father is the king,” he said. She slowly came forward. She stopped a couple steps away from him.
“Why are you here?” Rapunzel asked him. He smiled.
“I heard your beautiful voice, singing,” he said.