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Lord John received message that the other two sons would arrive on his lands in a days time. That message was a day old. Anxiety at his daughters meeting the last two ripped at him. After today, formal announcements of his daughter's engagement would ripple through all the lands like a hot wave. It would be in everyone's mouth for years to come no doubt.

When Blossom, Buttercup,and Bubbles were born, every province lit up with awe. The Lord's wife gave birth to triplets? Three girl's? How will the Lord divide his land? Will these girls be married off for political gain? Those questions filled everyone's heads, but truthfully they did not know that ancient law had already answered them. If any of the Lord's had enough daughters, they would be sent to marry a Lord's son. Enough meaning three to divide among the three remaining Lords. John and Sarah's only son would rule the West.

Everyone adored this son. Beckett of the West was an idle heir and older brother. Courageous and noble, he was currently working as ambassador of the West. Not having seen his family in half a year, Beckett wrote his parents and sisters often. Long and detailed, he chronicled everything he saw and did. Some might say he exaggerated from time to time, but his sisters were always on the edge of their seat waiting for the next letter.

Favoring his grandfather more than his parents, Beckett sported dark glossy brown hair and royal purple eyes. Those eyes playfully looked at everything, but today it did not. Sullen,but surprisingly not angry he rode through his father's lands. One of his father's trusted advisors met him at the land's foreboding gates of gold and silver and gave him the news. He knew it was coming, he read the laws. He studied them till he knew each by heart, and suddenly he wished he hadn't. He wished he could be surprised and let it give cause to a fiery anger. Beckett wanted to let his rarely seen anger explode in spite.

He moved with a new sense of urgency as he blazed through town. One could only see the black blur of his stallion. The advisor said the other two sons would be arriving today. Beckett hoped it teach his home before they did.

Within two minutes of speeding on his horse, he had reached. Jumping of with great skill he rushed through open doors. Rather unskillfully, he slipped on the velvet rug with a harsh thump of his head. The sound echoed through the foyer for more than a few , at least everyone knew he was home now.

Scene change

Blossom POV

THUMP~

The sound rippled through the air and reached my sisters and I's favorite parlor. Bubbles jumped at the sound while Buttercup laid on the couch. Not moving a single muscle at the sound, she quietly breathed.

"I wonder what tha-" Her sentence was cut off by the joyful squeal of our mother. All three of us jumped at at the sound and knew...Beckett was home.

Running through the palace, we rushed into the arms of our brother. Bubbles got there first as she is the fastest of us. Buttercup got there a hair before me and I couldn't help but laugh as my brother went tumbling down at her force. Helping him up, I gasped as he quickly spin each of us around in his arms.

"I missed you all too!" He laughed.

Not a second later, we filled him in on things he already knew.

Boomer POV

It was nice to see the exchange. It was heartwarming, but somehow bitter in my heart. Having no siblings, I did not experience the laughter of one. Sure, I had my cousins. They were like my brothers, but we only saw each other maybe twice a month. Letters when sent often among the three of us, but could not hold a candle right to actually talking, laughing, and teasing in person.

I felt out of place, watching the family.

I slowly made my way down the stairs, and kept my eyes on my feet.

"Sir Boomer. Nice to see you again." The eldest of the the siblings greeted. Older than me and my cousins, I looked upon him with great respect. He was always such a caring face. I believe that is where Bubbles and Beckett favored the most.

There was a small smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. I understood why, but this only fueled me to make her happy. I had already seen the same look on Bubbles' face.

Scene Change

Brick POV

I looked over to my cousin with a slight grimace. We would be arriving within the hour, and the reality of our situation just hit me. I knew it was real, I knew it was duty, but when I looked over and saw the irate face of my green eyed cousin, I could see the truth in his eyes. Heartbroken at having to leave the woman who he loved, he soon angered at discovering that she quickly moved to another without thought. She didn't fight it, nor question it. Butch told me that he believed she loved that man while she loved him. My dear cousin proceeded to call her every name he could think off, but his eyes betrayed him.

Eyes, I wonder what color the woman am to meet today has. Blue? Brown? What would she think of my eyes? A bloody red that some claimed they feared. I wonder if she will fear them too.

Looking ahead once more, I could see our destination. It was grand but somehow still humble against the scenic backdrop of coastal land. Gripping the reigns of my horse's saddle, I braced myself.

"Now or never" I heard Butch grumble. Hoarse and gravelly, it reached my ears in a low hush.

Now or never indeed my dear cousin. As guilty as it made me feel, I was glad I wasn't in this boat by myself.

Few hours later~

Sitting with my cousins in an isolated training ground, I thought of the pink eyed girl I had just met. Pink. Pink eyes. I never would have guessed that. Beautiful in hue, and naturally glossy red hair greeted me.

She regarded my image with a small nod and introductions of all nine of us commenced. After words she led me to a study, and my cousins and I parted ways. It was expected that we each get to know the person we were going to marry.

Pausing suddenly, she gasped at the sight of a man before her. Blond and green eyed, he stared through the spectacles on his face. He smiled a weary smile at her, and she didn't smile back. It was a second later that I noticed the woman standing next to him, hand slipped into his with a firm grasp. Tall and slim, dusty blond hair fell down her back in waves. Her brown eyes darted between Blossom and him. She didn't let go of his hand as she gently pulled the young man away. Gliding past us, I could feel the woman next to me shudder. She obviously didn't know what just happened.

We spoke and I learned much about her. We playfully debated who the best authors were and she somehow convinced me to show her my manuscripts for a novel I had been working a while ago. I brought them with me just in case inspiration hit. She read all of it. I don't know how, but she did. In order to make sure, I quizzed her on the story. She answered everything thoughtfully and intellectually. She made comments that I hadn't even thought about. No longer distracted by the man from earlier, she look up at me. Though her mind was off of him, the pain shined through those pearly pink eyes.

Shaking my head of the memory, I look over to my wild child cousin Butch. He grumbled his experiance with the girl he had met. I could see the growing blush on his face and he tried to hide it. Butchy was falling just like the rest of us.

Buttercup POV

I jumped in the air to avoid the pillow Blossom chucked. She was livid, broken, and I wanted to beat that son of a gun into an early grave for her. First Benedict avoids Bubbles, and now that low life recluse she loved cheated on her. Jamie paraded around our home with that siren without even considering Blossom's feelings.

This made me fear what Gordon was going to do. Will he start avoiding me too? Will he find a floozy to rub in my face?! I understand that me and my sisters were getting married. I knew that they would feel this way! But, we were going to fight for those men. Run away if we had too, but now there was no reason.

I met Gordon about three years ago. He was a squire, training under his father to become a knight. He captivated me with his skill, and I impressed him with my battle strategy. His dark brown hair always looked black to most. His sky blue eyes were always cloudy with mischief and humor. They would light up whenever he would see me, and his brows would scrunch in anticipation. It thrilled me. The sight of him would make my toes curl and stomach drop.

My mind drifted to the man I met earlier. I challenged him to a game of chess to feel him out. He was good. Great even, but he couldn't beat me. At least not the first time. That all too familiar drop in my stomach occurred when I looked at the board during our second round. He had me! There was no possible way to beat him, and his eyes twinkled with knowledge of this. It was my first time losing a chess match in twelve years.

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