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{{☀}} Art had always been an escape for the young monarch. Whether it be small sketches or grand-scale murals. In the confines of a tower, escape was a necessity, a survival tactic. Given her newfound freedom, there was far too much to see and do. Rapunzel’s brushes and paints were left upon a shelf to gather dust. Until today.
Seeking out a barren wall had been a simple task bringing a brush to the chipped brick was not. Inspiration alluded her until it hit her all at once. Vibrant purples and yellows began to cover the rust-colored surface. A face could be made out amongst the bright hues, one like her own but with the slightest inconsistencies. Dark hair and a crown rested upon the figure’s head, a Queen, her mother.
Suddenly, she turned and caught sight of a bystander which caused her breath to hitch. ❝Oh! You scared me. I didn’t know anyone was watching me.❞ Looking bashful she turned towards her work then back to the blonde stranger. ❝It’s not very good. I’m a little out of practice, you see...❞