Butters lazily opened his eyes and sat up, when he heard a knock at his bedroom door. He brushed his hair- which had grown out quite long over the last few years, out of his face and yawned before climbing out of his large canopy bed to see who was at the door.

"Marjorine!" A young woman called from the other side of the door. Butters smiled, it was his handmaiden, "Come have breakfast so we can start getting you ready for you big day, princess!"

Butters frowned, he had completely forgotten what was happening today. He had to admit he was a bit nervous, but it was going to be fun, and it wasn't like the whole event could be canceled now. Royal families from all over The Southern Lands were coming all this way to the Stotch Kingdom.

"Okay ma'am!" Butters responded, "I'll be right down."He pulled open his door and ran downstairs, still in his nightdress.

Leopold Butters Stotch had been born as an heir to the Stotch throne, and had been raised on the premise of becoming king one day. However, the royal advisors had informed the king and queen that Leopold would never be competent enough to run a kingdom, so his mother, Queen Linda, who was unable to have another child, had a plan. They faked Prince Leopold's death, and began to dress him up as a girl. Telling their subjects that he was their illegitimate daughter and new heir, princess Marjorine.

And so it was decided, that she would marry off as soon as she turned fourteen. The days passed, and soon it was Butters' fourteenth birthday. His parents had planned a large ball to celebrate, and had invited suitors to give Butters a chance to get to know them, but in the end, it wasn't going to be his choice who he married. His parents would make the decision for him while he enjoyed the party.

Butters still had some time before he had to start getting dressed for the ball, so he went out past the courtyard to the stables. He walked in, holding the ends of his dress up to keep it from getting torn on anything on the ground.

"Hey." Butters said, leaning over the gate of an empty pen to see a blond boy sitting distracted by something. The boy practically jolted upright at the sound of him.

"Hey!" Said Tweek Tweak. he was the one who took care of the horses, and was the Princess' closest friend. He was also the only person other than the King and Queen who knew who the Princess really was.

Butters started to walk out of the stables, Tweek quickly following. Tweek stepped ahead of Butters and climbed up into one of the large trees in the courtyard. Butters reached up and Tweek pulled him onto a branch beside him, the other having some trouble climbing a tree in a dress and heels.

"So tonight's your party? Right?!" He asked. Tweek had the tendency to get a bit excitable over things, but he did try to keep calm.

"Ah, well, yeah. But I'm real nervous, Tweek." Butters sighed, pulling his hair over his face to hide his frown. "What if they pick a big, mean, awful prince for me?"

"Oh god! that would be bad!" Tweek said, before stopping himself. "I mean, they probably won't. They're your parents, so they'll choose in your best interests, right?"

Butter shook his head, "We're talkin' about the same parents who said I was too stupid to be king." He mumbled, rubbing his knuckles together nervously. "The party would be way more fun with you there, but my parents said suitors only, sorry..."

"That's fine! I wouldn't have anything to wear anyway!" he laughed a bit, causing the princess to smile. "Do you think you'll have to move when you get married?" Tweek asked.

"Maybe." Butters thought, "I'll make sure that you can come too, I'd be real sad without you to talk to."

Tweek leaned over and gave Butters a tight hug.

"You're gonna be great! And you'll find someone to make you happy!" he assured him.

"Thanks, Tweek." Butters smiled at him, "I don't think any husband will make me as happy as you have as my friend."

Butter wandered through the halls of the castle, his heels making a satisfying click on the stone floors.

Today's the day if finally make something of myself. He thought, a bit unhappy that he wasn't going to be successful on his own. I'm going to find someone to be happy with, and even if I can't, I'll try to be happy anyways. I just have to do it, and not be nervous, and things will turn out swell, right?

He chewed his lip, bright red lipstick getting in his mouth.

I'll be happy, I hope.