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The sunlight was already streaming through the windows as Buttercup awoke. It was still almost impossible to believe everything she, Westley, and the others had gone through recently.  Now, here she was- with her true love and new...friends? That may not have been accurate yet.  She strode along the grass, smiling softly at the sheep and goats in the pens and all four horses safely in paddock. She had the sudden urge to saddle one and go for a quick ride, when a sudden whisper of "Highness" caught her off guard.  

 

"Oh Westley" Buttercup said, wrapping him in an embrace. 

 

"Good morning" Westley said, "I do hope you slept well."

 

Buttercup nodded. "Yes,  and I'm prepared for whatever new adventures today brings for us."  She had nearly picked up the saddle when an odd thought came to her "Oh, but for now,  bring me that pitcher of water, Farm Boy." 

 

Westley laughed to himself, giving her a knowing look.  "As you wish, Highness."