Hello fanfiction! I haven't posted on here in so long, and what I did post was trash. Let's be honest with each other. Well, I'm back with a new story! I'm excited to share it with you all, so let's get ready and...GO! (Exicted for no reason...) Disclaimer-I own nothing but a dead succulent. Hope you like it, Review and tell me what you think!
She couldn't fathom it. Buttercup as she was so fondly called, growled in bitter anger at the words that just flooded out of her father's mouth. Her sisters quite as they accepted the words all three girls had anticipated for so very long. The words simmered her brain and burned her heart, painfully settling in her mind as an unavoidable truth of the life she held as a daughter of a reigning Lord of West Townsville.
Just because it was true, solid fact, written in ancient stone during a time of valor and chivalry, does not mean that Buttercup wasn't going to fight it. She was going to conquer it, tear it limb from limb in order to vanquish the threat of the end of her freedom. No man, son of the powerful Lord of the East or not, would control her.
"Father, I can not, and will not marry this man." Buttercup croaked. She hated the weakness in her voice as it echoed through her father's enormous study. Aged and weathered books lined the walls, manuscripts and essays were stacked high next to the mahogany drafting desk her father currently sat behind. His face weary and tired as he gazed upon his three daughters. He said nothing as his eyes conveyed all he needed them to.
Buttercup looked to her sisters,silently begging them to join her in this fight. Her eyes hovered over her little sister the longest. She could see the way her shoulders shook with every placid breath she took. It was clear to Buttercup, that Bubbles was trying her hardest not to bawl. The ravenette was shocked to see that the usually bubbly girl hadn't fainted either as she looked as if she would start hyperventilating. Blossom stood quitely as well. Her back that was usually perfectly straight slouched in disappointment. Hands clasped in front of her and eyes drawn to the floor, she could not look her dear father in the eyes. Glazed over and cloudy, her pink eyes bore holes into the floor .Those eyes drifted to Buttercup, and slowly blinked. It was as if she was trying to blink away the oncoming tears and process what her father just said at the same time.
"Father! Speak to me! Tell me you will stop this engagement. Please, I-I need...Papa do-dont make us do it." Buttercup pleaded. Eyes scrunched up, she chastised herself for stuttering. Buttercup Utonium did NOT stutter.
Her father finally moved to answer her, his voice gravelly and weak as he stated,"You know it is final. A withdrawal in any of these proposals would cause war. Fighting the South, North, and East in any given situation is undesirable. We would be defeated in a matter of days. I'm sorry girls. I truly am, and I wish I could change it. I do...I-I really do." All three girls could see the pain in his deep blue eyes. He warily ran a large hand through his dark hair. It showed so sign of graying depite his constant stress. The girl's always took notice of how well their parents aged.
Bubbles could not take it any futher. She crumbled to the ground in a sad heap, and Blossom went down rather ungraciously in an attempt to catch her, and their large dresses puddled around them in rich blush pink and pastle blue. Buttercup gathered her sisters and gave her father one last withering look before ushering them out the door.
She couldn't even imagine tell this news to her beloved. She could feel her heart ripping in two as she visualized his handsome face not even daring to meet hers. She could hear his pitiful cackle as he would shake his head slowly. Disbelieving and broken, not believing her words as she did when her father spoke them to her. He would be shattered, she would be even more. Buttercup couldn't lose the man she took years to gain. It was unfair! Finally finding love, only to have it torn away by a man, a Lord's son that she never met but once. When he was a boy, and she a girl. Too young to even remember his face.
"Butch" She tastes the name on her lips. It stung, but it wasn't bitter. Simple and not so sweet, it rolled off her tounge. She couldn't held but notice how it fit nicely with her own name with a deep scowl settling on her tanned face.
The dark beauty had a grim and hasty thought. Run away with her sisters before their respective weddings to those Lords and never turn back. It was dumb, yes. Crazy and foolish, even more so. It thrilled her, and made her heart thump hard in her chest. Clawing away at her with a surge of adrenaline and anticipation. She was not going to loose her freedom and the love of her life. All three longed for another. All three women shared a look with each other, and thought the same thought. Buttercup grinned her classic grin, and Bubbles smiled. Blosson was now stotic to the untrained eye, but if one looked closer, they would see the slight upturn of her mouth. All three girls silently agreed. Son of a Lord or not, if that man truly wanted her, he would have to find her.
And...that's the very short first chapter. I'm am working on the second right now, but if you have any suggestions, questions, or comment feel free to share! Thanks and Happy New Year!