From birth I was neglected, an ignominy to my own family. Royal blood could only be passed by a male child; no one wanted the pretty little girl with beautiful blonde hair. For this reason, I was deemed worthless, but then Sorceress found me and took me in. Locked away in the highest tower, she showed me the warmth in a mother’s touch. It is here that my story begins.
Each day, after tending the garden, Sorceress would call up to me. “Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your hair!” From my secluded tower, I would fasted my hair to the hook nearest the window, and from there, my hair descended. Up, up, up she would swing on my flowing locks until she reached my window. Every day, she came bearing gifts, often in the form of an apple. So crisp and delicious, I would eat it up. Anything she gave me I took, since a mother only wanted the very best for her daughter. Mummy Sorceress always made me feel loved; she took me in as an orphan, but treated me as her own. …show more content…
He prayed over me, because I often had terrible bouts of vomiting; I could hardly keep any food down. Sometimes, I would have rashes, headaches, and spells of dizziness, but Mummy Sorceress always made me feel better. Oh, how I loved her so. Even the priest worshiped her as a caring mother, he often referred to her in his sermons as the reincarnation of Mother Mary. It wasn’t until later that I saw through the facade.
One day, from far below, I heard a great bellow. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” Curious, I let down my golden tendrils, and from the ground I lifted a young prince. Upon entering my window he cried, “Oh, how beautiful! No one of your caliber should be hidden away. Come with me, as I think I am in love. Be my wife, Dear Rapunzel?” Flabbergasted, I said, “Well, my prince, this is so sudden! I will talk this over with Mummy; tomorrow, at dawn, come back and I will give you my answer.” The prince left, and went on his
Each day, after tending the garden, Sorceress would call up to me. “Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your hair!” From my secluded tower, I would fasted my hair to the hook nearest the window, and from there, my hair descended. Up, up, up she would swing on my flowing locks until she reached my window. Every day, she came bearing gifts, often in the form of an apple. So crisp and delicious, I would eat it up. Anything she gave me I took, since a mother only wanted the very best for her daughter. Mummy Sorceress always made me feel loved; she took me in as an orphan, but treated me as her own. …show more content…
He prayed over me, because I often had terrible bouts of vomiting; I could hardly keep any food down. Sometimes, I would have rashes, headaches, and spells of dizziness, but Mummy Sorceress always made me feel better. Oh, how I loved her so. Even the priest worshiped her as a caring mother, he often referred to her in his sermons as the reincarnation of Mother Mary. It wasn’t until later that I saw through the facade.
One day, from far below, I heard a great bellow. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” Curious, I let down my golden tendrils, and from the ground I lifted a young prince. Upon entering my window he cried, “Oh, how beautiful! No one of your caliber should be hidden away. Come with me, as I think I am in love. Be my wife, Dear Rapunzel?” Flabbergasted, I said, “Well, my prince, this is so sudden! I will talk this over with Mummy; tomorrow, at dawn, come back and I will give you my answer.” The prince left, and went on his