A/N: Rapunzel tells her story…

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Fae Chronicles

Punishment

by Fiyero Oberon

I am trapped.

I had nothing to do with it.

Yet I am the one to be punished.

Should it not be my beloved father shut away, imprisoned for his thievery?

Should it not be my dearest birth-mother locked up here, locked away for her fatal cravings that made her beg my father to steal?

Should it not be the wicked lettuce that is banned, rejected for its crisp, delicious flavor that first enticed my mother to beg my father to steal?

Should it not be the witch who is sheltered in this ivory tower, shunned for growing the mouth-watering lettuce that enticed my mother to beg my father to steal?

What did I have to do with it?

Nothing.

I had nothing to do with it.

Yet I am the one to be punished.

And so I rebel; it is not much, but it is all I can do:

I do not speak with the witch when she calls.

I spit on her as she climbs my sinfully long hair.

I toss the food she brings out the window.

I rip any and all clothing to shreds.

I spit.

I toss.

I rip.

I love.

He is so different from the witch.

His hands are smooth and warm; hers are calloused and cold.

His eyes are dark; hers are nearly white.

His build is strong; other than her arms, she is weak.

He is beautiful; she is ugly.

He seems surprised to see me lying on the stone floor of my ivory tower, my hair surrounding me in all its golden glory, my flesh exposed to him. I see the pleasure in his eyes, in the way he flushes excitedly, on the way he stiffens when I stand.

Words are hardly spoken before I am kissing him and he is kissing me and his hands are exploring me and my hands are working at the complicated ties and buttons of his regal clothing.

And I let him go, knowing he will come again.

And he does.

And we play all over again.

And after three months of this, the witch sees the small bulge in my stomach.

And she cuts my hair.

And I am free.

Yet my freedom is a punishment without the warmth of his body.

I had everything to do with it.

And now I'm being punished.