[Tiva]

Veda smirked as she pulled on the 'golden hair' of Rapunzel walking up the side of the castle of stories, soon no one else would be able to get up here. Upon reaching the top she tilted her head to the side as Rapunzel gave her a confused look "No dearie I am not your prince, now hold still."
Creating bonds of rope Veda around the poor girl's wrists before taking out her sickle and cutting off the hair letting it slide quickly of the roof and fall to the ground.... hopefully that prince was at the bottom of it to get crushed. "Now my dear, don't worry... it is all for the best. I can't let you leave here or the children would have no story would they?"
She then opened the window walking inside, "now to go add a bit more thorns to the roses....."