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She takes her hair out of a tight bun and saws away a foot,
from her shoulder down.
She begins to braid the new length of hair into the rope.
All the while, she sings the same haunting melody.
A young man’s voice calls to her from below.
Hello?
Rapunzel freezes, uncertain. Her eyes grow wide with
anticipation.
YOUNG PRINCE EDWARD (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Hello? Up there!
She snaps into action, quickly hiding the length of rope
between the folded blankets and sliding them back under her
bed.
Rapunzel apprehensively peers over her window’s ledge. She
sees him now. YOUNG PRINCE EDWARD.
Edward dawns a fitted black jacket and riding pants. The
Kingdom of Thessia’s golden lion on his chest. His hair,
fire-red and his eyes, like the lion, gold. 20 years old.
Startled, she drops out of the prince’s line of sight.
6.
There’s no need to be frightened.
I was drawn here by your song.
Moments pass as she reconsiders.
She peers over her ledge once more.
She’s enthralled by the interesting figures. The man and his
horse, neither a creature she’d ever seen.
The most beautiful voice I’ve ever
heard.
As her face comes into the sun, he catches her beauty and his
heart becomes full with anticipation.
And you are far more beautiful than
any creature I’ve ever seen. Might
I come and introduce myself?
Rapunzel inspects him curiously, through her cell window,
from high above.
YOUNG PRINCE EDWARD
What witch?
The prince hops from his horse, stepping toward the tower
wall. Rapunzel is silent.
What is your name?
I am Rapunzel.
YOUNG PRINCE EDWARD
I am honored to meet you Rapunzel.
I am Prince Edward of Thessia.
Their eyes locked, even in the distance.
Are you a prisoner?
What is that?
7.
YOUNG PRINCE EDWARD
Do you wish to leave your tower?
My only wish is to see the world
outside of these walls. I’ve
braided lengths of my hair into a
rope that I might soon climb down.
YOUNG PRINCE EDWARD
Rapunzel, let down your hair!
Rapunzel vanishes from her window seal, appearing moments
later, fastening the rope of hair to an iron sconce.
She tosses it out her window. It unravels, floating downward
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