*Rapunzel*
I feel as if I'm caught up in a play... something larger than myself. Nothing dramatic has ever happened to me, to Miss Rapunzel Goldtail. The most excitement I’ve had was when my father invited a professionel cellist to our house so that I could play for him.
Walking into the room I am pleased to see Miss Iris, who is quite good at the cello, having somehow succeeded in avoiding the influence of her family’s quartet. And then I feel an odd prickling in my shoulder blades, so I turn my head. And there, walking toward me, is my future husband.
It’s as if my eyes grab the image of him and gobble it up. He has muscled legs, beautiful legs, twice the size of the Englishmen’s in the room. His chest is wide and his shoulders look even wider thanks to the plaid thrown over one shoul
