Death Cannot Stop True Love
King Humperdink
Humperdink sat in his royal study sharpening one of his favorite daggers. He still remembered well the day Buttercup got away from him. The memory was like a throbbing itch under the skin that no matter what he did, he couldn't rid himself of. After he was freed by Yellin and the brute squad he immediately began to chase after his newly-wed wife and her love. This time his death would be slow and even more painful than any machine. The prince raved across the Florin countryside at God's speed. Night had begun to fall before the Prince and his entourage finally made visual contact with the fugitives.
"Cut them off! Cut them off!" Humperdink roared. The brutes followed his orders. Ahead of him, the prince could see the foursome. They were getting nervous. The giant's horse had made a wrong turn due to his panicking and error. Westley seemed to be going limp and the Spaniard was hunched over jamming his fist into the open gash in his stomach. And then, as to make things even more favorable for the prince, Buttercup's horse threw a shoe.
Or so he thought. When the shoe hit the ground, such a clamor arose that it startled one of the horses, which in effect, startled more horses until Humperdink was sure his was the only one that would obey. He pursued the enemy.
"I command you to stop!" Humperdink shouted.
"NEVER," He heard in response. Then he witnessed one of the strangest cases of his misfortune Buttercup had managed to leap from her great white beast to Westley's. In turn, Fezzik, who had found his way back, picked up Inigo off of his horse and placed him on his own.
Humperdink's own horse was growing weary and was slowing. So when the other two whites that had been discarded stopped, his horse did the same. Humperdink tried yelling, screaming, and hitting the horse. It didn't work. Finally he just kicked the horse. Huge mistake. The horse began to buck, sending the prince flying and he landed on his royal ass.
"Tyrone!!!" He yelled for his friend. Yellin rode up to aid the prince.
"Sir, I'm afraid I have some bad news." Yellin said in a distressed tone.
"Report," Humperdink commanded.
"The Count was slaughtered by the Spaniard tonight." Yellin began. "And, during all of the excitement, the King has suffered a heart attack."
"Dead?" Humperdink asked.
"I'm afraid so, sir." Yellin replied.
"Dismissed," Humperdink said.
"Sir, it is imperative that you return. Florin is in uproar-"
"-DISMISSED!" Humperdink bellowed. Yellin did what he was told. The successor to the throne watched as the four figures grew smaller on the horizon.
"I will get you all," Humperdink promised. "Even if it leads to my own demise." Dejected, he returned to the castle.
And now, almost a year later, Humperdink still recalled every event of that evening. A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thought processes.
"Enter." He said. It was his current wife the Queen. She was a niece of the count and a last resort for a wife. She had cruel, sharp eyes identical to those of her uncle. Her name was Adela. She was nowhere near as beautiful as Buttercup, but she was good with a knife. Most importantly, Humperdink adored her.
And if the King adored her, the people adored her.
"Ah, my darling, what news do you bring me?" Humperdink said with a genuine loving tone.
"I've come to tell you that I am with child." Adela reported with pride.
Humperdink sat up rapidly from his desk and grabbed her hands. "Adela, my sweet, that is wonderful news!"
"I only hope that I don't disappoint you." She had concern her dark, piercing eyes.
"If you don't produce an heir this time," Humperdink began, brushing his fingers along the side of her smooth face. "We can always try again."
Adela smiled. Humperdink leaned in for a kiss. A wave of love swept over them that neither of them had experienced before.
King Humperdink
Humperdink sat in his royal study sharpening one of his favorite daggers. He still remembered well the day Buttercup got away from him. The memory was like a throbbing itch under the skin that no matter what he did, he couldn't rid himself of. After he was freed by Yellin and the brute squad he immediately began to chase after his newly-wed wife and her love. This time his death would be slow and even more painful than any machine. The prince raved across the Florin countryside at God's speed. Night had begun to fall before the Prince and his entourage finally made visual contact with the fugitives.
"Cut them off! Cut them off!" Humperdink roared. The brutes followed his orders. Ahead of him, the prince could see the foursome. They were getting nervous. The giant's horse had made a wrong turn due to his panicking and error. Westley seemed to be going limp and the Spaniard was hunched over jamming his fist into the open gash in his stomach. And then, as to make things even more favorable for the prince, Buttercup's horse threw a shoe.
Or so he thought. When the shoe hit the ground, such a clamor arose that it startled one of the horses, which in effect, startled more horses until Humperdink was sure his was the only one that would obey. He pursued the enemy.
"I command you to stop!" Humperdink shouted.
"NEVER," He heard in response. Then he witnessed one of the strangest cases of his misfortune Buttercup had managed to leap from her great white beast to Westley's. In turn, Fezzik, who had found his way back, picked up Inigo off of his horse and placed him on his own.
Humperdink's own horse was growing weary and was slowing. So when the other two whites that had been discarded stopped, his horse did the same. Humperdink tried yelling, screaming, and hitting the horse. It didn't work. Finally he just kicked the horse. Huge mistake. The horse began to buck, sending the prince flying and he landed on his royal ass.
"Tyrone!!!" He yelled for his friend. Yellin rode up to aid the prince.
"Sir, I'm afraid I have some bad news." Yellin said in a distressed tone.
"Report," Humperdink commanded.
"The Count was slaughtered by the Spaniard tonight." Yellin began. "And, during all of the excitement, the King has suffered a heart attack."
"Dead?" Humperdink asked.
"I'm afraid so, sir." Yellin replied.
"Dismissed," Humperdink said.
"Sir, it is imperative that you return. Florin is in uproar-"
"-DISMISSED!" Humperdink bellowed. Yellin did what he was told. The successor to the throne watched as the four figures grew smaller on the horizon.
"I will get you all," Humperdink promised. "Even if it leads to my own demise." Dejected, he returned to the castle.
And now, almost a year later, Humperdink still recalled every event of that evening. A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thought processes.
"Enter." He said. It was his current wife the Queen. She was a niece of the count and a last resort for a wife. She had cruel, sharp eyes identical to those of her uncle. Her name was Adela. She was nowhere near as beautiful as Buttercup, but she was good with a knife. Most importantly, Humperdink adored her.
And if the King adored her, the people adored her.
"Ah, my darling, what news do you bring me?" Humperdink said with a genuine loving tone.
"I've come to tell you that I am with child." Adela reported with pride.
Humperdink sat up rapidly from his desk and grabbed her hands. "Adela, my sweet, that is wonderful news!"
"I only hope that I don't disappoint you." She had concern her dark, piercing eyes.
"If you don't produce an heir this time," Humperdink began, brushing his fingers along the side of her smooth face. "We can always try again."
Adela smiled. Humperdink leaned in for a kiss. A wave of love swept over them that neither of them had experienced before.