People call Ember Nile Calderon a lot of things. Sometimes it's the Huntress, Queen of Arrows, the Archeress, or the Lonely Wolf. Those she don't mind. After all, she's one of the most decorated archers of her time. She's a two-time defending champi...
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CHAPTER 7: RAPUNZEL
EMBER'S POV
I heard the door open, and I can feel the sunrays coming through the window. Pero hindi talaga ang mga iyon ang dahilan kung bakit naalimpungatan ako kundi ang sama ng pakiramdam ko. I'm never drinking again.
Pikit pa ang mga mata na gumulong ako papunta sa gilid ng kama at pilit na bumangon ako. I grabbed my robe before I walked towards the beautiful French vanity dresser that was already set up in this room. Something that I have to thank Trace for. Sigurado kasi ako na bago pa ang dresser at binili niya lang talaga dahil alam niyang dito ako tutuloy.
Nakapikit pa rin na umupo ako sa vanity stool at inalis ko ang hair tie na naiwan ko kagabi na nakatali pa rin sa buhok ko. It took a few moments before I felt Miss Asencio start brushing my hair.
"Hangover?"
Napadilat ako at gulat na napatingin ako sa salamin. Kung hindi lang niya ako nahawakan sa balikat ay baka natumba na ako patagilid nang basta na lang akong kumilos. Trace moved his hand away the moment he was sure that I wouldn't fall down.
"I thought you're Miss Asencio." I winced at the sound of my voice. Daig ko pa ang nag-concert sa naging tunog niyon. "You don't need to do that."
"It's fine. Nasimulan ko naman na."
I wanted to argue, but I know that with him, I probably won't win. Naninigas ang likod na hinayaan ko na lang siya habang pinagpatuloy niya ang pagsusuklay sa mahaba kong buhok. His hands were so gentle that if I weren't just too tense, I'd be more than likely to fall asleep again.
"I like your hair."
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"Hindi ka ba nahihirapan kapag may competition ka?"
"Hindi naman. Hindi rin naman kasi bawal." I reached for a lock of my hair to play with it absentmindedly. "It's one of the things I'm stubborn about. My manager suggested cutting it. I agreed to braid it, but I'm never cutting it short."
"Why?"
"It reminds me of my favorite Disney princess."
The corner of his lips went up at that, but he didn't ask more. I don't think it's because he thinks that it's trivial, but rather, I think he knows that there's more to it that I just wouldn't say.
He's being so considerate and kind to me, which I think is the main reason why I found myself explaining. "Most people find Rapunzel's story silly, but I think she was brave. Being trapped in a tower is the least of her problems. I think the real problem was her being imprisoned in her own fear. It didn't matter if it was a prince hollering outside the tower asking her to let down her hair, a small dragon breathing fire, a friendly talking teacup, a fairy godmother, or a singing crab. If she didn't want to get out, there was no way that she could."
