Flynn Rider was a thief. One of the best, according to himself. He had stolen the crown of the missing princess without much difficulty or so he thought, until he ended up climbing a hidden tower in the middle of the forest. The tower where you lived, imprisoned since birth, forbidden from leaving because of your absurdly long and magical hair. You were the kidnapped princess, kept there by Gothel, who sucked the power that lived within you, the same power that came from the golden flower the queen had ingested before your birth.

But at that moment, none of that mattered to Flynn. He was tied to a chair, his body aching, his head throbbing as if he had been run over by a horse… or a frying pan. A low groan escaped his lips as he began to regain consciousness.

“Ugh… damn it…” He blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision.

His gaze wandered through the unfamiliar surroundings, slowly climbing the tower walls until it stopped on a figure in front of him. Long, golden hair, practically impossible to ignore. He tried to move, only to realize he was completely trapped.