Mr. Winter Meets Ms. Blondie
Episode Fourteen - The Queen's Masquerade Ball
“A ball?” Rapunzel
repeated. Then Jack remembered that Rapunzel wasn’t exactly the type of a
teenage girl that gets out so much.
“Oh. Okay. It’s
the queen’s birthday,” Jack said. “And we need to come.”
“Why would we need
to?” Rapunzel responded gloomily. It’s not that she doesn’t want to come—she
was just worried about Jack although he told her not to.
“What do you mean?
Don’t you want to go? It’ll be a fun party,” Jack told her in a convincing way.
Of course he could still be convincing—he was still the charming Guardian of
Fun Rapunzel knew.
“No, not like
that,” she replied. “But are you sure you’re fine?”
Jack knelt beside
the bed, and their faces were close. He took her hand. “I’ll be fine as long as
I’m with you.”
They stared at
each other for a while, as if trying to remember how vivid each other’s eyes
were.
“Will you go with
me?” Jack asked her again.
“I would love to,
Jack Frost,” Rapunzel murmured with a smile. “But then, are we even invited?”
Jack chuckled—he
was surprised he did. He felt weak enough not to talk for a day. “It’s the
queen’s masquerade birthday party,” Jack told her. “Everyone could come. And
your real parents will surely be there. We will find them.”
Although she was
not sure how they’ll do it, she remembered how much she trusts Jack now. She
gave a nod, but then questions started flooding her mind again.
“How will we find
them?”
Jack jumped to the
bed and lied beside her. He was staring at the ceiling. “We will. Your parents
will surely recognize you. They are your parents, after all. It’s impossible
for them not to know it’s you.”
“Do parties allow
us to wear anything?” Rapunzel asked him. She felt ashamed of herself—it was no
doubt she knew nothing about hanging out or socializing with other people.
“What do you
mean?”
“I mean, look at
us.” Rapunzel looked down on herself. She was still wearing the same dress she
wore the night Jack took her away from the tower. She took a bath just
yesterday—she was surprised at how slowly things were going—and now she’s
grubby again. “I don’t really think we could even get out in these.”
Jack, on the other
hand, looked like a handsome boy who treaded away from home only in his sweater
and with his staff. They were both untidy—and that is not a good way to look
for the ball.
“I feel you,” Jack
said after realizing what she meant. He already felt down; how could have
possibly they attend the queen’s ball looking like kids who ran away from home?
“Shouldn’t we buy
something for both of us to wear?” Rapunzel asked Jack.
Jack sighed
longingly. He never felt more powerless than ever. “If only we have money with us.”
Rapunzel felt her heart sink.
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