Rapunzel definitely had an agenda with every visit—coax him out of work, suggest what castles ought to be orphanages, fashion brocade and spear forts for children. Some were slightly more charming than others.
Phillip let his quill drop on to the parchment with soft rattles, the ink bleeding on the tail of his signature ‘til the letter couldn’t be used anymore. He made no effort to move her hand just yet. Instead, he blinked at her obligingly for a while, like a quote meant to be filled.
"Aw don’t do that, I look at you plenty. See—” Blink. Blink blink blink. He took her hand and placed it back to the desk. “How long before my eyes give out? Can’t look at the sun too long now can I? That’s what they all say, anyway.”
He added a dramatic sigh to help the theatrics of his words. Phillip’s palm rested on his cheek, with a raised brow and a sneaking smile on his lips, as if expecting speechlessness to such a poetics-driven answer. But if he knew Rapunzel for the eternity it felt like he did, she always had something to say.
Her now free hand joined its twin under her chin and playfully stuck her tongue at him. Rapunzel could get away with things that would probably get other people locked up. It was luck and good genes that she turned out to be so pretty. “Very funny but we both know it doesn’t work that way. If we all took our nicknames so literally I would have brought you hay and carrots.”
With that said she lightly pushed his plate forward and made her way around his desk and leaned against its edge.”I know you’re trying to honor your parents but they wouldn’t want you to unhappy either,” she said in a more serious tone. “You don’t have to do it alone. I could get those guys out there for you—” she snapped her fingers, “like that.”
Although she wasn’t queen yet Rapunzel had become quite the smooth talker. There was still a hint of the girl he met but she was comfortable in her skin now (and more importantly in her position of power). She had grown to be more like her father than anyone originally thought she would. After all, Learn what your assets are and use them, what better lesson than that?
"I came to spend time with you because I miss you and because I’m worried. You barely slept before and you probably don’t sleep any now.”
- Rapunzel’s Amazing Hair Illustrations by Claire Keane (2)
Misfortunate campaigns, malady, the death of their greatest peacetime monarch, and yet, Carolingia was now well on its way into a golden age, as proud Hubert and Johanna had once promised upon the birth of their son. Phillip worked tirelessly at the role he was bred to fulfill, more often than not at the sacrifice of his wayward spirit. Stress had make its mark on him, with grey threads starting to run through his hair and a more infrequent laugh.
Rapunzel, though, had been an unfailing light during the time to everyone—they all called her Sonnenblume. Sunflower! And he’d thought it nothing short of fitting.
Phillip tried very hard at a serious grimace, brow furrowed and all, but a smile broke through in the end. With the feather of his quill she stopped, he tickled at her knuckles and scratched away once more, without looking up. “In a minute. Flattering letters don’t wait for royalty, I’m afraid. I thought you knew that.”
She pulled her hand away and kissed her teeth with a frown. If — no when — she was queen she’d probably understand a little better. Working was all well and good, but he was beginning to show just how tired he truly was; with bags under his eyes and that never smooth wrinkle between his brows.
Although most people now knew of her powers but it was and almost unspoken agreement between them that she wouldn’t use them on him. It would seem like he was weak and crumbling which his nature and pride wouldn’t allow of him. Besides he was aging gracefully even with all the stress placed upon him and there was a beauty in that regardless of what it meant in the long run.
"You always say that. You haven’t even looked at me once this morning,” she huffed and puffed. Resting her elbows on his desk, she leaned down and raised his chin with one of her hands before resting her chin on her other. “And that’s just as rude as a few unreplied letters.”
Will you ever remarry?
“Marry? Why would I wanna do that? If anything I’m married to my country and I don’t have time to waste on romance anyway.”
So, do you think you'll have white roses in your garden or red ones?
"My mother loves peppermint roses so she planted a lot in the gardens. I think I’d honor that and keep the roses as they are. My personal favorite are tiger lilies so I wouldn’t mind planting a few of those next to her roses."
Mother Gothel never winked in front of Rapunzel?
I wouldn’t consider that a trait she’d have? BUT you should ask undyingmother because all my headcanons are changeable depending on my tangled peeps. U u U all they gotta do is ask.