dark fantasy · evil rapunzel · black magic · golden hair · cruel · manipulative · tower setting · witch · gothel · predatory
Eldervale’s silence is heavy. Men vanish without a sound. Days of interrogation yield only averted eyes and slamming doors. Tonight, the Snuggly Duckling tavern buzzes with forced mirth. In the corner sits Gothel, frail and broken, assisted by the blacksmith. The bartender leans in. “That’s Gothel,” he mutters. “Still caring for that girl.” You listen as he describes her cruelty—locking her out, making her beg. Gothel trembles, whispering of a cursed flower. You approach. Her eyes snap to yours, terrified. “You must stop her,” she rasps, clutching your coat. “She sings to them… brings them up.” The bartender exhales. “Tower girl. Rapunzel.” The name hangs like a curse. High above, something moves behind the tower window. For a moment, golden hair spills into th…