She leaned over and captured it in the palm of her hand. It was a bright yellow flower that had somehow managed its way between the slats of wood. Th... soft texture of its petals rubbed against the pads of her fingers. It was beautiful and as light as a feather while resting in her palm. How something so fragile and beautiful could end up on the ship was unexplainable. The wind must have carried it when the ship had been docked, and it had somehow managed to get itself tangled up in her world. . "You can go in. I'll be waiting out here until you've finished." Rapunzel walked into the room. A woman was sitting with her back to the door."Stay there. Don't come any further. What do you want?" I want to talk to you and to Prince Johann," Rapunzel replied."To my fiancé? Why?" Because I might be able to help him get his sight back, Princess Eleanor." And if I don't want him to get his sight back? What then?" Why wouldn't you want the Prince to have his sight back?" Rapunzel was. For a long time the only movement in the room was his hand and fingers with one brush after another in them, and his head as he looked to the pencil sketch, at me, and at what he was painting. As far as possible I tried not to move.At last he raised his arms behind his head, stretched, and rose to his feet. “It’s done.”“Can I have a look?”“Yes, of course. It needs to dry, though.” As I stepped naked towards him he blinked in surprise.“You do not want to put something on?”“No, why should I?. " I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?" asked Melissa, with a note of compassion in her voice."No, not really." Would you like me to go?" Please." He said, blinking back the tears that threatened to pour forth."Ok." Melissa's face fell as she turned and left. After she was gone, Edward turned his back to the door and studied the picture again. The tears fell freely now that he was alone."Clarissa!" he sobbed, "Can you ever forgive me for being so stupid?" His sobs racked the night for a.