The day had come at last as the nobles and dignitaries entered Castle Corona for The Summit. Our heroine, Rapunzel, and her love, Eugene, were greeting the upper-class foreigners into their home. With the exception of Elsa and Anna, who arrived earlier, the couple could barely tolerate the presence of the nobility. If they were not obsessing over their fortunes, they were trying to make slightly obvious passes towards Rapunzel. The noblemen, especially the ones old enough to be her grandfather, were flirty and some of them could barely keep the excitement in their pants as Rapunzel sadly noticed. Eugene was struggling to not let loose and knock the teeth out of these snobs and his wife was barely holding it together thanks to fear that lashing out, no matter how justified, would make her closer to becoming Gothel.
But there was one little, chicken looking man who almost made Rapunzel lose her mind and not because he was horny. In actuality, Rapunzel wished he was a pervert. She never r