Buttercup and Westley's wedding

The auburn haired beauty brushed through her hair gently, trying to avoid any knots; meanwhile, her mind was reeling. They were on Westley's ship, as the prince was still chasing after them. Buttercup and Westley had decided to get marriedj her mother had been at the harbor when they had arrived baring a wedding dress and a smile. Buttercup was excited but the butterflies in her stomach quickly turned into angry hornets when she took a glance at the white gown; it was her mother's and very beautiful. The bodice was gold stitched and the sleeves were long and silky to the touch; it was a simple gown but beautifully simple all the same. Buttercup looked hard at the girl, no, women, in the mirror; crystal blue eyes stared back at her and auburn locks fell over her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. Her study was disturbed by voices outside of her cabin door; it was Inigo and Westley talking about something. The deep baritone voice that met Buttercup's ears made her erupt in a fan-girl squeal.

She was marrying her love! She wasn't being forced to marry a pretentious prince or someone else she didn't love. She was marrying Westley, the most perfect man in the world! The woman in the mirror was now grinning widely and all of a sudden, Buttercup felt giddy. A knock sounded at her door, "Come in." She called. A white haired old lady poked her head in, "Are you ready to put on your dress, dear?" Buttercup nodded, "Yes, mother." Buttercup's mother smiled gently and lifted the gown off of the bed.

Meanwhile, on the deck of The Revenge, Westley was pacing nervously in front of the makeshift altar, trying to shut out the thoughts of doubt that filled his mind. Buttercup had betrayed him and his love once before… 'But now is different!' He argued. Now, he was the most powerful pirate ever to roam the seven seas, who was about to retire the ship and namesake to Inigo. He would retire as rich as a king and could buy anything his love wanted. He trusted in her love, but still couldn't shake the thought of Buttercup betraying him again.

A hand on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts and he spun to be met with the old wrinkled face of Miracle Max. The elderly man had an all-knowing smile painted across his lips; this made Westley weary. "It's almost time, calm down. I am not about to bring you back to life again." The man patted the shoulder of his nicer black outfit, as it was one of the only pieces of clothing he owned. "Love is like this, it's just the pressure of marriage; making it concrete is always harder than the I love you's, son." Max said gently. Inigo poked his head out of the main door, "She's ready." Westley nodded and stood to one side of the altar. The Spaniard stepped out and cleared his throat, "May I present, the beautiful Miss Buttercup." He spoke loud and the door opened.

Westley lost all breath once his love stepped out of the hall. Her white gown fell over her feet as she gracefully stepped towards him. Her hair was down, leaving the long, wavy auburn locks to pour over her shoulders. Her blue eyes found his and the two let out a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding. There was no doubt or betrayal crossing anyone's mind now. The bride-to-be took her lover's hand as she reached him and the two shared a secret smile.

"Buttercup, do you take Westley as your husband, to have and to hold, for as long as you both shall live?" Max asked. Buttercup stared deeply into Westley's soft brown eyes; there she saw love and devotion, "I do." Miracle Max asked the same of Westley, who just smiled and said the same. "You may kiss the bride." Their lips met in a gentle kiss, one which left Buttercup begging for more. Fezzik and Inigo cheered and the hugged each other. The lovers were finally united and now nothing was going to break them apart.