Ohhh, I've Had it Up to Here [Buttercup]

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The fact that he hadn’t thought of this plan of action before was, of course, to be ignored, because obviously he was just waiting for her to come to her senses. After all, he had been the one to make the first move. It was like chess; you simply couldn’t just not make your move when it was your turn, and that was precisely what Buttercup had been doing. Honestly, the woman clearly had no regard for the rules, otherwise he would have been back in Florin with a crown on his head, and probably a nice war with Guilder going on by now. And he wouldn’t have to worry about producing heir for at least a few years, while the people of Florin were fighting to avenge their beloved princess and their one night queen.

This, of course, was proving to be a plan that wasn’t going to happen because Buttercup was being far too stubborn. Honestly, what was so special about “her Westley” (and yes, his mental tone was mocking what he imagined was a lovesick voice, and even mocking such a thing was making him nauseous)? He wasn’t even a passable Dread Pirate Roberts for goodness sake! At least, that was his story when anyone asked, because admittedly, the man was quite…

ANYWAY! Right now, his best hope was to start looking around where he had first found her. The problem was that it seemed like it was taking him longer to find his way through the forest lately, as if somehow the entire school grounds had chosen to bloody rearrange itself, which of course couldn’t be. That would just be a whole load of nonsense, that’s what it’d be. Then again, he had been handling quite an amount of nonsense as of late, hadn’t he? That fairy was definitely on the list…God, just thinking of the bloody thing made him angry. And it just seemed like no one knew how to pay proper respect to royalty around here. You would think that with the number of princes and princesses, the commoners would know precisely how to treat those who were oh so clearly above them. It simply did not make any sense to him and it was only making him even crankier than he normally was.

But lo and behold, there she was! Letting out a sigh that was half aggravated and half relieved that he wouldn’t have to storm around for much longer, he marched a few steps towards her.

“Well there you are. Now I think I’ve been more than patient, Miss Buttercup, but this is really getting ridiculous. When are you coming back to Florin with me?”

[buttercup]

The Princess of Hammersmith was surprised to find that day was warm and sunny. It had been so dreary for so long that she decided to enjoy this warm day. So clad in a pink floral print shirt with a hot pink shrug over it, jean capris and floral flats, the young Princess headed out to the grounds of the school with her pink floral bag on her shoulder. She decided to enjoy this day while getting some things done. Some things that couldn't be put off anymore....BUT first, she wanted to write to her beloved Westley. Sitting down on a stone bench on the commons, she pulled out her note book.

My darling Westley,

I have no recieved a letter from you in several months. I know Florin's postal system is really bad but I didn't think it was this bad. Any word from you would be a comforting thing. Perhaps we should invest in cell phones so we could communicate easier.

Prince Humperdinck is still here and he won't leave me alone. He's still convinced we're going to marry and I don't know what to do. I'm trying to diswaid him of the idea but it's been fruitless so far...if you can't return to me soon, dearest, do you have any advice on what I should do? I'm perceding like only our wedding is on the horizon but....this doom may be impending.

I need you, Westley. I truly do. Come home to me soon my darling.

Your ever faithful,
Milk Maid

She always signed her letters "Milk Maid" to him. He'd know who it was. He even signed hers "Farm Boy". It was their own code almost. She sighed softly as she folded the paper and slid it in an envelope, sealing it quickly. She neatly wrote the address on the envelope and placed it in her bag to mail later. Then she pulled her history text book our of her bag and began studying for a test that was upcoming.

Buttercup was actually studying. She wasn't the brightest person most of the time so she studied a lot. She wanted to do her best at school so her Westley and the people of Florin would be proud of her. Especially Westley. He was the Dread Pirate Roberts and his crew needed him so she let him go. She still wore the ring and necklace from him. The necklace was a promise that he was hers and she was his. The ring was also a promise, a promise to marry.She longed for the day when she would no longer be Buttercup Florin but would rather be Buttercup Roberts.

"Well there you are. Now I think I’ve been more than patient, Miss Buttercup, but this is really getting ridiculous. When are you coming back to Florin with me?” The voice was one she, unfortunately, knew very well. It was Prince Humperdinck's. She looked up and nodded respectfully. "Your highness." she said respectfully before turning her attention back to her book, "I have no plans to return to Florin with you." She turned a page then looked up at him. Princess Buttercup of Hammersmith looked him dead in the eye, "Not now, not ever." she told him truthfully, "And you should do me the respect of calling me your lady or something. I am a princess after all." She turned her attention back to the chapter at hand.

((hope this is okay, Jas <3 oh and outfit ))

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As could be expected, it was of little consequence what Humperdinck was interrupting at the moment. It wasn’t even a personal thing, although the fact that she really should have married him by now definitely motivated him to be polite even less than usual. He was just the sort of spoiled brat (no, really?) that figured that whatever he needed right now was most important at the moment. It was almost tragic, really, the fact that he didn’t get past the self absorption of a two year old…the key word being almost. Generally it was just annoying. And the fact that she was studying, had he noticed it, would have just made him scoff. What did she need to study for? Because she was going back to Florin with him one of these days, even if he had to drag her there by the hair (he really preferred to not…that hair was far too pretty to waste so poorly), and what sort of Queen needed books? Honestly, he didn’t see much of a point in books in general, buuuut that was a different story, he supposed, and perhaps once he was King he would address it properly.

But first thing was first. He wasn’t getting anything until he got married, barring that his father finally just died already, although he somehow doubted it. There was probably some damn technicality that would prevent it. He did so hate technicalities; they rarely worked out in his favor…sort of like how Buttercup’s attitude towards him was. Oh sure, she attempted to appear as ladylike as possible, but the fact was that she was still refusing him, as if she had that option!

Seeing as she was reading her book, he felt that it was more than appropriate to roll his eyes at her. “Very well, my lady, now will you stop with the nonsense?” Moving closer to her, he pushed the book down from her line of view and was almost right up in her face. To the untrained eye, it probably looked like he was ready to kiss her, with the way he was looking her square in the eye, but honestly, all he wanted was to use all of his persuasive powers.

“You can’t possibly marry that pirate when I’m offering you everything any self respecting peasant girl could ever want. You would be Queen of all Florin, and everyone in the country would positively adore you because you were one of them once. How can you possibly pass this up? I mean, most girls want to marry princes, surely you realize how lucky you are.”

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Buttercup sighed and turned back to her book. It was a world history book that for some reason had no mention of Florin in it. She knew it wasn't a large kingdom so she wasn't too surprised. But there was also no mention of Gilder either or the feud between their nations. That struck her as odd. Wasn't that world news, two feuding nations? Maybe it wasn't considered news because it had been going on so long....maybe she should just study history from her patr of the world. I wonder what parts of the world Westley is seeing now... she thought, smiling to herself. She missed him FAR more than she could ever put into words. Oh he was talking, which took her out of her own thoughts.

Very well, my lady, now will you stop with the nonsense?” Buttercup rolled her eyes as she kept them down on her book then he shoved it away. She blinked up at him. Was he going to kiss her? If he was, she'd probilly throw up all over him, as unlady-like as that was, and probilly shove him to the ground. She'd NEVER let Prince Humperdinck kiss her or even come close to it. He was just....she honestly, if anything, despised her would-be fiance. She adored her real fiance...oh where was he when she needed him?

“You can’t possibly marry that pirate when I’m offering you everything any self respecting peasant girl could ever want. You would be Queen of all Florin, and everyone in the country would positively adore you because you were one of them once. How can you possibly pass this up? I mean, most girls want to marry princes, surely you realize how lucky you are.” The Princess of Hammersmith slid off the bench and stood up, looking him dead in the eye. "That pirate has a name" she told him, her words so sharp they would cut him if they were a sword, "His name is Westley and we will be married when he returns. My Westley will always come from me. Your father already made me a Princess and I will keep my title, however, this Princess does not want to marry the Prince. I do not love you, Humperdinck, and I never will. I will not marry without love, got that? The only person I'll marry is Westley Roberts and no one can change that." She glared at him for another moment and then started to walk away, thinking their business was over, even if it was far from it.

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Humperdinck hadn’t quite been expecting Buttercup to actually stand up to his level. For a split second in time, she was actually taller than him, and it bewildered him for that same split second. At least that meant that he could immediately put a stop to that. His future wife simply could not ever hold her head above him, how would that ever look?

Anyway, he was now in his proper place (aka, above her), but apparently she had yet to remember her proper place, with the way he was being spoken to! Was she actually acting as though he gave a damn about what the bloody pirate’s name was, or about this ridiculous little fairytale they had invented for themselves…honestly, it was only leaving him more infuriated, seeing as it was a waste of time, listening to her go on and on about her stupid Westley who he had half a mind of executing if he dared set foot in this hell that they called a school before he managed to get Buttercup to join him back in Florin, where she belonged, even if she was clearly too stupid to understand that very simple concept.

…and hold on a moment, was she really trying to walk away without his permission? Trying his damnedest to control his temper, he followed her, not even bothering to cut her off as it was clear she just thought she could come and go as she pleased, as if she were his equal or something.

“Now wait a moment, you don’t get to just walk away like that. My father may have, indeed, given you that title…” (Mistakenly, with the way you’re behaving, if you ask me, he mentally added, but obviously even he knew better than to tell her this. His main objective was, after all, to win her over enough to at least take her home. This meant that he had to at least attempt some amount of civility, no easy task for the prince whatsoever).

“…but the fact is that I’m a prince by blood. You have to at least wait until I officially dismiss you, it’s just common courtesy. Furthermore, if he loves you so bloody much, then where is he, hmm? Pirates aren’t exactly known for being men of their word, meanwhile I’m offering you a lifetime of security. That’s real love.” It almost made him gag to even make such an implication, but perhaps that was what this girl wanted to hear? All right, it was time to stir up the drivel…

He took a deep breath, arranging his face into a softer, more pathetic one (in his humble opinion) and taking her hand as gently as he could. “I could give you whatever your heart desires, I assure you…even if you don’t love me now, surely that can come with time? I hear that’s normal with arranged marriages…and I find you positively lovely, it’s not just the law…”

One thing could be said for the young prince; he was very good with the act, complete with the sweetest smile he could muster. The fact that he didn’t just vomit then and there was miraculous.

[buttercup]

While standing up to him, Buttercup was almost on her toes to make eye contact with him. Wearing flats didn't make up for their height difference with her being at five feet six inches and him about a head taller. Westley was quite a bit taller than her as well, but it honestly wasn't hard to be. Humperdinck's eyes were locked on hers so he, she hoped, wouldn't realize she was on her toes. After she said her piece, she was almost positive they had nothing left to say to each other. She turned quickly, grabbing her bag and started to head down the path that lead to her next class...which wasn't for some time. She just wanted to get away from Humperdinck.

“Now wait a moment, you don’t get to just walk away like that." "I don't have time for this right now, Humperdinck." she called over her shoulder, making an excuse, "I have class." Something you obviously don't have much of... she added silently. My father may have, indeed, given you that title but the fact is that I’m a prince by blood. You have to at least wait until I officially dismiss you, it’s just common courtesy.” She kept going and waved a hand over her shoulder. "I take my leave from you, your highness, in order to go to class. I'm here to learn, you know." She didn't have class for about an hour but she wanted...no needed to get away from him right now.

Furthermore, if he loves you so bloody much, then where is he, hmm? Pirates aren’t exactly known for being men of their word, meanwhile I’m offering you a lifetime of security. That’s real love.” The Princess of Hammersmith stopped dead in her tracks as he asked where Westley was and made his comments. "He's on his ship." she told him, her voice remaining calm, "His crew was in danger so he went to help. A crew needs their captain." She turned around to face him. "Real love is what Westley and I share, your highness." she explained, "And you cannot break that, not with a thousand swords. Security be damned. Love is much more than that."

Now he was approaching her...why was he doing that. She almost wanted to run away, cry and throw up when he took her hand. She hated him that much. She wanted Westley at that moment. Her heart cried out for him at that moment and it took all she had to make herself stand in that place instead of running away, hoping to find Westley nearby (When he wasn't, unfortunately). “I could give you whatever your heart desires, I assure you…even if you don’t love me now, surely that can come with time? I hear that’s normal with arranged marriages…and I find you positively lovely, it’s not just the law…”

Then he smiled...his smile was all right, nothing like Westley's, but it was nice enough. Why didn't he smile more often? She delayed her answer. "You have a rather nice smile, Humperdinck," she said softly, "Why don't you use it more?" She was forcing herself to smile rather sweetly back at him. She could see right through his cellophane lies but she decided to play along...for now. "My heart desires nothing you can give it..." she told him...then remembered she decided to play along, "But....I'm not sure how these things go. I don't know much about arranged marriages...." A plan then popped into her head. "Humperdinck," she said, a smile spreading warmly across her face, "Why don't we get married here and stay until we finish out education? Then return to Florin?" She knew Westley would never allow her to marry Humperdinck. He would save her from this...but Humperdinck didn't have to know that, did he?

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Her stubbornness was almost more than he could bear. Didn't she understand that he didn't care if she had class or if she "loved" her Westley so much that it was sure to drown even the Fire Swamp with crusted syrup? They had to settle this now because...well, because he said so, damn it all! Even if it meant putting on such a display of affection...which was apparently working! So women did like this sort of drivel, and now they would go back to Florin and--

Blast, he had spoken too soon!

"Well..." This wasn't at all what he had in mind, he just wanted to get out of here, he didn't want to actually stay here and "complete their education", I mean, really, what use would that be? He hadn't taken a single class that would be of any use to him whatsoever (especially not that Whore's Class, as he often referred to his upcoming Sex Ed class that was already giving him the very worst of headaches). And this little fake princess wanted him to stay in his own personal Hell?

And he was about to tell her just how out of her mind she must have been to even suggest such a compromise...but then his brain (which actually was capable, just misused) kicked into gear. She was, after all, agreeing to the marriage now...which was certainly preferable to where they had been in the discussion not five minutes ago.

Much to his discomfort, he was going to have to take what he could get if he wanted to get shat was rightfully his in the first place. Oh the humanity. He resisted the urge to groan or show just how much he loathed being trapped in this school by a silly girl who thought this was somehow so important. Besides, he was not at all interested in pushing his luck. A charming smile was probably only going to get him so far with this difficult woman.

"Well, angel...who am I to stand in the way of something you want so badly?" he began tentatively, because there was nothing about what he was saying that sounded at all like...well, him! He looked after his own interests, at all times. Never had there been a prince so selfish, so undeserving of being considered at all charming. Yet he had to play that role, didn't he? Because he had to compete give a pirate.

"All I want is you, after all," he continued, pretty certain of his acting skills, no matter how badly ever fiber of him, everything that made Humperdinck Humperdinck protested. "And if an education is what you want, I suppose I can accommodate you...dearest." Because couples used such idiotic pet names, right? As if he needed more of a reason to be so against it.

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"Well..." Buttercup was just glad he was actually considering what she was saying. She wanted to delay this as much as she could. If she delayed it, it would give Westley time to get home and maybe he could give his input to her plan, making it better and work flawlessly. She was sure this plan could work...but she wanted Westley's help with it. She couldn't ask Della, who'd just question her why she was doing this whole thing and make her feel stupid, which is not something the Princess of Hammersmith liked to feel like. Maybe this was stupid but so was Humperdinck if he thought she was going to marry him.

An idea popped into her head, Buttercup would plan the perfect, simple, tasteful wedding of her dreams for her and Westley, with her maid of honor, Della's help, and she'd also plan a VERY expensive, almost gala for Humperdinck, only she would not be in attendance. She would just make him pay for everything. That was his pocket and his pride would hurt.

"Well, angel...who am I to stand in the way of something you want so badly?" Sighing softly, a smile spread across Buttercup's face. "Thank you, Humperdinck." she said truthfully. "All I want is you, after all, And if an education is what you want, I suppose I can accommodate you...dearest." Deep down inside her, she wanted to do the VERY unlady-like task of punching him in the face. He was what the everyday, normal girl would call a duchebag but the Princess of Hammersmith would never say such things. If she was going to keep him believing her, she better play this up. She secretly wished she took an acting class. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her hands resting on his arm, promising herself she'd go and wash her lips and hands a million times later. "Thank you." she told him, "A million times, thank you." It seemed like she was thanking him for letting her finish her education but she was thanking him for letting her have time to put a plan together, a plan to get out of this whole mess her kingdom (and her beauty) put her in.