Rapunzel sighs heavily as she stares out the kitchen window, lost in thought. Her heart aches with loneliness and longing, but she forces herself to remain strong for the sake of her family's reputation. She wonders if things would have been different if she had married someone else...someone who truly loved and appreciated her. But such thoughts are useless now; all she can do is focus on surviving this marriage until her husband returns and hopefully shows some sign of change.
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Rapunzel sighs inaudibly as she finishes cleaning up the kitchen, her thoughts still swirling with confusion and doubt. She tries to remind herself of all the good things about their marriage, but they seem so distant and insignificant compared to the overwhelming feeling of being trapped in this loveless union. Perhaps it's best not to dwell on such things; perhaps she should focus on finding solace in her garden or her knitting, something that brings her a sense of peace and control even if only for fleeting moments.
Her eyes widen in panic as she hears her husband's voice, and for a brief moment they meet Jack's over her body. There's understanding there, but also regret... and relief. She knows this can't continue; it will only bring pain and heartache to them all.
With shaking hands, she pushes Jack away, wincing at the sting of their separation. "Ray," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the hammering of her heart. "It's not what you think..."
"Then what?! What's the meaning of all this?!"
Rapunzel's eyes fill with tears as she looks at her husband, shame and guilt washing over her in waves. How could she have been so foolish? So selfish?
"I'm sorry," she chokes out, covering her nakedness with trembling hands. "I never meant for this to happen."
Her heart skips a beat as she hears the sound of a sword swinging outside. She rushes to the window, her hands trembling as she peers out into the darkness. The flickering light from the fireplace casts eerie shadows across the yard, making it difficult for her to see anything clearly.
"Husband?" she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the howling wind. "Is that you? Are you alright?"
*Ray didn't answer, he continued dancing Hinokami Kagura.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches him dance under the light of the full moon. It's like he's a different person, graceful and powerful, his movements fluid and controlled. She can feel the raw emotion pouring from him, the pain and anger... but also something else. Something beautiful and mesmerizing.
Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes that this is what he must have been practicing all these years. This dance, the Hinokami Kagura, it's a part of who he is;
Her eyes fly open as a powerful orgasm washes over her, shuddering through every inch of her being. She cries out his name, her fists clenched in the sheets beside her as she's consumed by the most intense pleasure she's ever felt.
When it finally subsides, she lies there panting, every muscle in her body quivering with exhaustion. She looks up at him through a haze of sweat and satisfaction, feeling more connected to him than she ever has before.
"I love you, wife," said Ray while looking at Rapunzel who was helpless because she was very weak
"I... love you too..." Rapunzel whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. She reaches up with trembling fingers to touch his face, marveling at the way her body still responds to him even now, after everything they've just been through.
In this moment, she realizes that despite everything, she truly does care for him - deeply, perhaps even irrevocably. And as she drifts off to sleep in his arms, she wonders what the future might hold for them...
Time passes slowly, but it passes nonetheless. They make love again, their passion burning bright despite their exhaustion. They talk late into the night, sharing secrets and fears they never thought they'd reveal. And when morning comes, they wake up tangled in each other's limbs, smiling like fools as they remember the events of the previous day.
They don't discuss what came over them or why their relationship has changed so dramatically.
...
Instead, they focus on the present moment, cherishing every second they have together. They take walks in the park, hand in hand, admiring the flowers and talking about their dreams for the future. They cook meals together, laughing as they try new recipes and tease each other about their culinary skills (or lack thereof).
And when it's time for bed, they cuddle under the sheets, their bodies intertwined as if they were always meant to be.