~Humperdinck~

Prince Humperdinck paced back and forth in his study, his shoes clicking on the stone floor with every step. Whenever he was upset, the prince would pace. Back and forth, back and forth as if that would solve the problem. Today he had big problems to fix.

Dread Pirate Roberts and the Spaniard had killed his trusted advisor and friend Count Rugen, and stolen his bride (who he planned to murder anyway).

"Attaldon!" He called, and scurrying to the study came Count Rugens replacement.
"Yes Your Highness?"

"I want every ship in my armada out looking for the Dread Pirate Roberts. I want him found and brought to me. Alive."
"But Sire," Count Attaldon protested "what if Guilder decides to attack? We shall have no naval forces."

The prince looked away and drummed his fingers on his hardwood desk.
"If I may Sire, you normally think of things like that. It's common sense really. I mean I -" Noticing the annoyed look on Prince Humpetdinck's face, Attaldon trailed off.

"Something is clouding your judgment. It's love isn't it? That filthy Pirate ran off with your bride. You miss her."
Prince Humperdinck stared out the window. His heart squeezed in his chest. No it wasn't love. It was revenge. Every ounce of his being hungered for revenge.

"Yes. Love that's it." He lied,
"I miss her terribly. My heart aches with every beat and it will continue to do so until she is safe in my arms once more."
He scratched his chin thoughtfully before turning to Attaldon.
"My four fastest. Send those." He muttered so quietly that Attaldon almost didn't hear him.

"Your wish is my command." He said, leaving the Prince to his pacing.
Prince Humperdinck had never felt anything close to love. He didn't know what it felt like. The closest thing he had felt to love was the mild emotions he felt when his father had first become sick. Now Humperdinck waited impatiently for his father to die so he could take the throne.
Rapid knocking was heard at his door. With a heavy sigh he opened it.
"Good news Sire!" Exclaimed the ginger-haired man,(Humperdinck couldn't quite remember what his duties were) " We needn't send out your four fastest ships. We have found your princess!

"Yes, yes, and what about the Pirate?" He inquired, totally unfazed by the fact that his wife had been recovered.
"He. He is dead Sire. He went into the fire swap and never came out. No body was found so we suspect that he got caught in the snow sand."
"No!" Humperdinck cried, tearing a hand through his hair.
"You mean the filthy pirate is dead and I have not the satisfaction of killing him myself?!"

The small red haired man looked extremely nervous as he twisted his hat in his hands.
"Y-yes your majesty." He paused. "Would you like me to bring buttercup to you? I'm sure you both are quite anxious to be back in each others arms."
The prince looked lost for a second, forgetting that no one knew he and Buttercup were not in love.

"Oh yes. Yes bring her to my chambers immediately." He said, waving away the man.
"Leave me alone." He thought, "Leave me in my misery. Wesley is dead and not by my own hands. I will never be happy again."
I was thinking the next chapter would follow Buttercup. Thoughts?