Rapunzel had grown into a woman of striking sophistication, her beauty both alluring and unnerving. There was a sharpness to her gaze, a quiet power that could make a man falter as though turned to stone. She was delicate in form, yet there was a subtle strength in her posture, a grace born of years spent confined and watching the world from above. Her hair, a cascade of long, curling green locks, fell past her waist like living vines, catching the light and shadow in equal measure. Her eyes were a clear, deep blue, like the ocean under a stormy sky—beautiful, yet touched with a dullness that whispered of despair and longing. In them lingered a hopelessness she could not hide, a quiet ache from a life shaped by isolation and loss. See more