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Hey, what's up everyone?! Here's my new story based on the book, The Princess Bride, which is my favorite book and movie. Please note that this will be based on the book, not the movie.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Austin & Ally or The Princess Bride by William Goldman

Chapter 1

As You Wish

The sun streaked across the wide meadows as mid-afternoon set up the land. Everything was pristine, nothing in the meadow seemed out of place. Flowers blew in the wind, small insects buzzed from flower to flower, and small specks of pollen floated in the air. This peaceful nature was ruined by the fasting gallop of an oncoming horse and his rider.

The rider upon said horse was a young girl of the tender age of fifteen, she had long chestnut brown hair that flowed behind her as she rode, a long brown cape tied around her neck as the horse galloped. She was beautiful girl, too say the least, and she took it to heart when people told her so.

The horse eventually came to a small farm house just outside of the meadow. The house was quite quant with a thatched roof, smoking chimney, farm animals of all kinds running around, and, of course, a small stall for the one horse the girl's family owned. She didn't particular mind this lifestyle. After all it provided a very fun form of entertainment; tormenting the witless farm boy. She never called him by his actual name and why should she? He was just the help and didn't need for her to remember his pointless name.

The girl eventually rode her horse into his stall and dismounted from him, looking over her shoulder at the blonde head of hair tending to the chickens. She smirked to herself at what she had in mind.

Might as well give him more work to do, she thought and walked over to the boy, her head held high to show her pride in being the employers daughter.

"Farm boy," She yelled to him. He lifted his head from feeding the chickens, an impassive expression on his face. "I want you clean my saddle by morning. I want to see my face shinning in it." The boy simply looked at her with his emotionless face before he answered.

"As you wish." He returned to his duties for the farm and the girl turned back around and headed for the small house.

As you wish was the only thing the boy ever said to her since he started working for her family two years ago. She didn't quite understand why he never talked back or go against the tasks she gave him and frankly, it was getting on her last nerve. Even most employees tell their bosses how they felt when pushed too far. And she had pushed him beyond the necessary means of a daily workload. Her father had often scolded her for pushing the boy too far, but she would just reply that he never said anything, so she never took it too heart. Besides, it was a little fun to watch him just follow her orders.

As she approached the entrance of her small farm house, she could already smell the ashy, metallic taste of burned food wafting through the air. She crinkled her nose at it as black smoke escaped through the windows and opened door.

"Father, how many times have I said I would make dinner?" She said, as her father turned around from the burning food. He was already covered in black ash, probably from the many attempts he had tried.

"Sorry, Ally, but I thought I would give you a hand in making dinner. After all, you are pretty busy bossing poor Austin around most of the day." Her father said as he took a rag and wiped the black ash from his face.

The girl, now revealed to be named Ally, rolled her eyes as she removed her cape, hung it up and then moved to the burning food. She took the cast iron skillet and emptied the burned contents in the waste bin.

"Father, isn't it his job to follow what I say?" Ally said, trying to convince her father. "He is the farm boy, a boy who works for you, so therefore he works for me as well. Why shouldn't I get to boss him around?"

"Because while he is a farm boy, he is a human and as such, he has feelings and a name. You never know, you two could become good friends." Her father explained. Ally scoffed at the idea.

Become friends with the farm boy? Why doesn't she go roll around in the mud with the pigs and then peak at corn kernels with the chickens while she's at it. Being friends with the help was something an employer never does.

"Please father, the only boy I would ever consider being friends with is one that will later take me off your hands and off this farm. I know you secretly see him as more than a farm hand." Ally fired back at her father as he grabbed a water pail from that was hanging from the rafters of their roof.

"You never know, honey, your mother and I met while I was working for her father and now look at where at we are; happily married with a wonderful farm and a beautiful daughter." He said as he kissed her on the cheek and left the house with the pail.

Ignoring her father, Ally continued to clean up the mess her father had made. She rolled up the sleeves of her simple dress and brought the nearby pail of fresh water to wash the burnt food. As she was washing the skillet, she looked out the window above the sink and her attention was once again, brought to the young farm boy. He was currently working on the task she had given him, shining her saddle, like she was washing the dishes.

Ally couldn't understand her father's logic, but she will admit that the farm boy was a handsome boy for his sixteen years of age. He was tall with short blonde hair that seemed to flop just the right way. His body was well shaped and muscular in just the right places. He had started as a scrawny little fellow, but years of lifting heavy hay bales and bag of feed, had truly buffed his body up. Ally would also admit that she wished she could spend hours looking into his hazel eyes just getting lost in them.

Not that she would ever admit any of this out loud because she knew she could get a much better man than some farm boy. What man wouldn't want to marry her?

She must have been too lost in her own thoughts because she soon realized she was staring at him and he was staring back at her. Now normally she would just look down and pretend it never happened, but something kept her gaze locked on his. His usual expressionless face had been traded for a soft smile and his eyes had been changed to a softer, gentler expression. It was almost like he was trying to tell her something, yet almost kept a little mystery to it as well. He kept her in his sight until he looked back down to return to working on the saddle and she returned to cleaning her father's mess.

Little did Ally know just how right her father was about Austin, for there was more to that simple 'As you wish' than she believed. Much, much more than she believed.

It was a few weeks later, while Ally was preparing lunch for she, her parents and Austin, that she learned the hidden meaning. She had taken her father's advice and not ordered Austin around as much as she use to and had even got him to open up a little. He still only answered her demands, be they simple or not, with the same saying, but it didn't bother her as much as it used to. In fact, she had grown to almost accept it.

Standing in front of the hot five, she saw that Austin was coming her way with a new load of firewood for the fire. With every step he took, Ally could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. This was another change she had seen in herself. She got excited, giddy even, whenever he was near her and it was a sensation that Ally had never felt before. She had read many books that talked of such feelings, but to feel them in reality was a whole another level of excitement. She wondered, could this…possibly…be love?

When Austin was only inches from the door, Ally pretended to be busy stirring a boiling pot of stock as he set the new firewood on the tall stack and wiped his hands of sawdust and splinters. He was about to leave when Ally spoke out of nowhere,

"Farm boy!" She yelled. Even though they were considered friends, Ally still called him by that one name. Old habits are truly hard to break.

Austin stopped in his tracks and turned back to face her. Ally could feel her palms become sweaty as she locked gazes with Austin and realized what she had done.

What was she to say to him? She had acted on impulse, something she never did, and now she had to find a way to fix it. She looked around the small kitchen area and found her solution to her problem. She gestured to a hanging red clay pitcher above her head and asked,

"Fetch me that pitcher. It's too high for me to reach." Without batting an eyelash, Austin walked until he stood in front of her and reached up for the pitcher.

He grabbed it and brought it down for her, keeping their eyes locked, as he answered with the same, now quite adored, answer.

"As you wish." Before walking off and tending to the rest of his duties. Ally watched as he walked away and still, her heart continued to beat at a mile a minute.

She walked back to the hot stove as she felt her own face become unbearably hot. She didn't understand how or why she felt this way, but she was glad she was feeling it. It was a wonderful feeling, one where you felt happy, sad, excited, anxious, nervous, all of the above and all at once. And then, finally, that saying; the one saying that left his mouth every time she asked him to do something, it all made sense.

Forgetting the burning fire and lunch, Ally raced from the small hut to find Austin. Luckily, she didn't have to go far. He stood leaning against the side of the hut and smiling at her as he did. His smile made her go weak in the knees, but she had to keep her composure, keep him guessing in a way. Ally held her head high as she walked over to him, the smiling never leaving his face as he did.

"Farm boy, I forgot to ask you for one last thing." She said.

"And that would be?" He asked back. It was the first time he had answered her with something besides that phrase and she felt giddy with excitement. She moved closer to him, her face mere inches from his own, as she spoke her last demand.

"If I were to demand you kiss me," She said in a hushed tone. "Would you do it?"

He got off the side of the wall, standing a good few inches taller than her, and cupped the side of her face with his hand. He brought his face closer to hers as he gave her his answer.

"As you wish." And then, finally, Austin connected their lips in a searing kiss.

It was then that Ally learned the full extent and meaning of his favorite phrase. He had been telling her for the past two years, in his own special way, that he loved her and you know what? Ally reciprocated those very feelings.

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