Something Christmas-y and Tangled
YOOOOooooooo they are fucking hard to draw. but finally it’s finished. /cries into infinity WELLLLLL i almost forgot the christmas theme jghhgj i had planned to put mistletoes in ALL of her hair but i’m a bit tired of this one now and need to start the next one jhjg BUT YEH I HOPE IT’S GOOD ENOUGH???? <8—D ENJOY????
The invitation had been a complete surprise to her, even making her nervous to the point she had to redo a whole hem on a gown because she couldn’t concentrate. Surely they had seamstresses in Corona? It didn’t take long for her to pack, her sketchbook of gown ideas, a gown or two for herself, and a pouch of coins for the trip. Her lace samples and fabric went into different chests much larger than her personal luggage.
Though the trip did take some time, it didn’t feel like it to her, even as the carriage approached the castle. “Last time I came to a castle I had to leave by midnight.” She whispered to herself as she gazed out the window. “At least I don’t have to this time.”
Rapunzel had heard of the beautiful gowns that came from Luxembourg and how the women there were the most beautiful and well dressed. Usually Rapunzel cared very little about those things but this Christmas she wanted to look special and a few new dresses were in order.
After speaking to a few people she was told of Ella, a lovely seamstress that had gained a name for herself and so Rapunzel thought of no better person to ask for help than her. A request was sent, answered, and expenses paid to bring the girl to Corona as the princess’s special guest.
As the carriage neared Rapunzel made her way down the steps, gold hair catching the light making it shimmer liker the sun. “Oh she made it in one piece! I was so worried, do you think she’ll like it here? I hope she does.”
"Oh princess, I’m sure she’ll be delighted," a lady replied.
The Captain looked at her. If he was honest, he’d expected worse. Knowing that she’d learned some fencing was certainly helpful.
"Well, you’ve got the right idea," he told her. At least she wasn’t standing with her legs close together. So many of his men made that mistake, and it drove him mad. "Got to keep your balance. The last thing you want to do when you’re fighting is trip over your own feet."
He walked around her, studying her position carefully.
"You say you did some fencing," he continued. "That’s not a bad thing. You know what you’ve got to do with fencing, right? Got to make sure your opponent doesn’t touch you. Except if one of these gets you" - and he took out his own sword - "it’s going to be a lot worse. These swords are sharper, heavier. They’re designed to cut through cloth and skin, and if they’re used right, they can kill."
He took up his own stance. He held his sword firmly in his right hand. One leg was bent forward, the other a little way back. “Another thing, Princess, is you have to be in a position where you can move easily. When I stand like this, I can move out of the way of an attack. I can also lunge forward to land a blow on this guy. And if I have to move - and I will - I can do that without hurting myself. You have to be fast when you fight, Princess, especially if your opponent’s had more experience.”
He looked at Rapunzel, then at the guards who had gathered to watch. Not all of them - some, thankfully, had a sense of duty - but a sizable amount. Most likely ones who’d been planning on a little swordplay of their own, before the Captain reserved the courtyard for the lesson.
"Don’t worry about them," he told Rapunzel. "Most of ‘em were far worse than you when they got here. A few of ‘em still are."
The princess gulped audibly and tried to strengthen her pose the best she could. She had to admit he was very good at striking fear into a persons heart and remind them of what was important. A fight meant life or death and even if she didn’t want to fight or kill anyone (like ever!) there could come a time that it would have to be done.
Whether it was to protect herself or her family and friends.
She followed his movements with her eyes until he was standing in front of her and showing off his own swords. As he spoke her attention began to fall on the few men who were standing around watching. Once again she felt her cheeks flared up but she pursed her lips and nodded.
Fixing her stance so it looked more like his Rapunzel spoke, “So you mean to say that I should be in an offensive and defense position at all times? What if I’m caught of guard? Or what if they over power me? Is there a way to… uh disarm my opponent? Without hurting either of us?”
The princesses waved goodbye as Magic Kingdom closed last night.
Waiting for the Lights | “Well, that’s the good part, I guess. You get to go find a new dream.”
I could go running and racing and dancing and chasing and leaping and bounding, hair flying, heart pounding, and splashing and reeling, I’m finally feeling- that’s when my life begins!
I think it will be quite obvious to our viewers that we’re not out to replicate historical costumes. We’ve created our own distinct look and I think viewers will respond to it positively. I’m hoping it’s an inspiration for our female viewers to creatively add to their wardrobe. Meredith Markwork-Pollack [x]