Rapunzel and Honor were the best of friends. None got on as well as them, though none could disagree as they could. It was their likeness that brought them together.
Rapunzel could talk to Honor about all she wanted, and Honor would understand as she watched her little dote grow up. Honor could discuss the most relevant aspects of her life with Rapunzel, and she could relate, her large eyes widening in agreement and curls bouncing as she nodded. They would compare books, be educated through each other and shared whatever passions they had with one another.
Honor loved little Rapunzel more than anything. Rapunzel was her dream. Rapunzel was the girl who would be her prodigy, with all the happiness that Honor had experienced with none of the worries.
Rapunzel was happy, Honor saw, flourishing and thriving. She had all she needed.
'I keep her safe for her protection,' she thought in her moments of solemnity, 'I could never forgive myself if I let anything happen to her. Until she turns 18, she is under my protection. She shall thank me when she's older.'
