I don't like just updating one chapter at a time so here's chapter two.

-seinnaread

Chapter 2(How to choose a knight)

Bubble's POV:

I smile as I flutter my eyes open. My room is still the same, stone walls and floors, light blue curtains for my balcony window. My sisters have the same type of room I do except Buttercup has green curtains and Blossom has pink curtains. I slowly get out of my blue and white sheets of my bed. I walk over to my closet and pick out some fancy clothes for today is pick-a-knight-day… again… No knight seems to fit the bill for me and my sisters. We always challenge our knights to make sure they are worthy, and they never are. Buttercup always beats the crap out of her knights in battle, Blossom always out wits her knights, and I always annoy mine to death.

Sigh… Maybe, just maybe, this one will be different. Anyway, time to pick out my clothes. I want to wear my light blue, long sleeved shirt and white pants, and I bush out my hair to put it into my signature pigtails. That seems formal enough. I walk out my door to see Buttercup and Blossom waiting for me, like always. I'm always the last one out of my room. Buttercup is wearing a lime green tank-top with black riding pants, her hair in a messy ponytail that came to the upper-part of her back, she doesn't care what she looks like, but I do. Blossom is wearing a semi-long sleeve pink shirt and a red flowing skirt, and her hair was down just like normal.

"Buttercup, you know you should dress a little more formal." I laugh and she just rolls her eyes.

"Come on we better go, it's time to pick out another knight." Blossom sighs, I think deep down all of us are thinking…

Please, let this one be different…

Boomer's POV:

I wake up on a pile of hay, just like every morning. It was announced yesterday that me and my brothers were going for what we knights call, "The Princess Reaping." Every week or so the king decides his "little" princesses need a knight to take care of them. The ones in the reaping today are my brothers and I, Dexter, Ace, and some kid named Cody. My bro's and I are the Rowdy Ruff Boys; we're kinda like knight prodigies.

Our father was the most valiant knight in the kings' court, and the most trusted. One day he was sent to Scotland, he didn't come back. Anyway, my bro's and I have different titles for different reasons. My oldest bro, Butch, is "The Black Knight," He got the title because he's strong and mysterious. If anyone tries to spar against my brother they end up in the infirmary. He doesn't have many sparing partners anymore, except my bro, Brick. His title is "The Golden Knight," Brick is the smartest person ever. He has the best battle strategies. Whenever my bro's and I have a fake battle with the other knights Brick always helps us win. Last is me, I'm called "The Knight in Shining Armor," I got my title because I'm the nicest. I always show compassion before anger. Sometimes I get teased about it, but I don't care.

I walk over to my clothes chest. I pick out a light blue button down shirt and white pants. It's probably some of the nicest clothes I have. I hear a fist pounding on my door.

"Come on Boomer, you take forever, the princesses will never pick us if we're late!" Butch yells at me, I go open the door to find Butch and Brick waiting for me. Butch is wearing a forest green cotton shirt with black riding pants; his hair is his usual messy spikes. Brick has a crimson red long-sleeve button down shirt with dark brown pants; his long red hair down and he has his usual cap on.

"I think we should go before the world ends!" Butch says agitated.

Buttercup's POV:

Another knight to pick, WHY! I don't need a knight I can take care of myself, but no. After twenty times of beating these "knights" butts my father still insist that I, Irelands best fighter, has to have a knight to watch her. I walk into the throne room, I'm still fuming. My father nods at us and we sit down in our seats. The squire announces the knights to come in. I lay my head on my fists. Each knight comes in by name as normal.

"Sir Brick," A muscular red-head comes in the room.

"Sir Cody," A Blondie with too many freckles comes in.

"Sir Dexter," A red-head and I think the wimpiest knight I've ever seen walks in.

"Sir Ace," A greasy black-haired knight comes in, he winks at me, I think I'm gonna barf.

"Sir Boomer," A muscular Blondie that doesn't look too bad comes in.

", and Sir Butch," A very muscular knight with hair as black as night and eyes as green as the forest comes in, he's not as clean as the Blondie, that proves he's been in fights. He looks like a challenge; I found who I'll pick… this week.

Butch's POV:

Wow, that princess is hot. Her raven black hair that comes just barely to her back, her eyes like fresh leaves on a tree just after winter, she's beautiful. I kneel down on one knee. The squire leaves the room, the king walks in front of all the knights as if inspecting us. He nods and allows all the knights to stand. All three of the princesses are beautiful, but there's just something about the black- haired beauty that just takes my breath away. I know all the princesses names, but I don't know what they look like. The king starts to introduce the princesses.

"Knights this is my youngest daughter, Princess Bubbles." The blonde-haired girl stands up and curtsies to all the knights, giggling a little.

"This is Princess Blossom." The red-head stands and curtsies.

"This is my oldest, Princess Buttercup." She stands up and curtsies. She gives me a challenging look before sitting back down. Oh no, the one I thinks the prettiest is Buttercup. If she ever finds out she'll pound me. I nervously put my head down for a second then lift it up to find amusement in her eyes. Bubbles always chooses first, or so I've been told. Bubbles stands up, I've been told correct.

"I choose…" She looks between Cody and my bro, Boomer,

"Sir Boomer," My brother looks at me and Brick shocked. He gets up and walks to Princess Bubbles, picks up her hand and kisses it, like tradition if you get picked.

"Your highness it is the highest honor of my life to be chosen to guard you." With that said Boomer leaves the room. Bubbles sits down and Blossom gets up.

"I choose, Sir Brick." I know Brick's surprised, he doesn't act like it though. He walks up to Princess Blossom and kisses her hand.

"Princess, I have never before been given an honor as high as this. I thank you for this opportunity." Man, my bro's really know how to talk fancy; I don't think I can do that. Princess Buttercup stands up staring straight at me; I know what's going to happen.

"I choose, Sir Butch." I get up. Walk over to her. Gently pick up her hand. Man, her hands are soft. I kiss her hand. I don't know to say.

"It is the highest honor, princess, and thank you." I get up and start to walk away.

"Wait, before you leave. I always tell this to anyone that I hang out with," Her hand pulls me back to look at her.

"I have a name, call me by it." She let go.

"Yes…. princess," I smirk at her. She frowns, but I see amusement in her eyes.

Blossom's POV:

"So, Bubbles, what do you think of the knights we picked out this time." I say lying on Bubble's bed. She sighs looking out the window.

"I like my knight; I hope he makes it through the challenge." Bubbles looks at me the same way she always does on the night before the challenges.

"Bubbles, you say that every time we have to give the challenges."

"I know, I guess I just want at least one knight to pass." Bubbles walks over to her balcony and looks out in the night sky. I get off the bed and go to stand beside her. The stars are shining so bright in the crisp spring air and the breeze is whispering through the willow trees in the courtyard. I look across the courtyard to see Buttercup staring into the night sky; see looks like she's begging for something. I look up into the stars, three stars shine brighter than the rest. One star is blue; one looks red, and is the third one green? I get my mind off the odd star and stare into the red one. I'm not sure if my sisters are thinking the same thing I am,

I hope this knight is different….

Buttercup's POV:

I see the light filter in my room; it's dawn. The sun is blood red as it rises into the sky. I always get up at the break of dawn to train. I look down at my hands which are bruised from yesterdays training. I pick out a light green, loose-fitting shirt; the sleeves come below my shoulders. I pick out a black pair of shorts, because it's spring. I walk out of my room and fly down the stairs. I walk out to my training area and there's (What's my knight's name again?) Oh, yeah, Butch, training in my personal training spot.

"What do you think you're doing here?" I yell at him. He looks at me and he's confused.

"What do you mean, I'm training." Butch says wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

"This is my private training area. Only I train here." I say taking his sword out of his hand and slinging it across the fenced area.

"Hey Princess, relax, I didn't know." Butch says casually. He walks over and picks up his sword off the ground and puts it in its sheath.

"So Princess, are you going to take me for my challenge?" Butch says and he walks over to me. The new morning sun makes him sort of glow, his eyes are blazing with anticipation. He's wearing a black shirt with short sleeves and dark brown shorts.

"Princess?" Butch asks and looks at me strange. Dang it, I zoned out. I look back at Butch and smile.

"Yes, I'm going to take you to your challenge." I gesture for him to follow me. He follows me.

"Princess, where is this arena I'm going to?" Butch asks walking beside me.

"I'm not allowed to tell." I walk a little faster; he picks up the pace to catch up. I start jogging, he follows. I start to run, yes, I think it's turned into a race. We race through the trees and the woodland. We reach a clearing. I run through the bushes and come to a stop, Butch races past me and stops a couple yards away.

"I win." I say as I walk to where Butch is.

"What, I totally beat you!" Butch says looking down at me. Now I think the challenge can begin. I draw out my sword. He looks surprised (they always do).

"Draw your sword!" I say excitedly. He finally gets what's happening and draws out his sword, he looks nervous. I run toward him and make the first blow to his leg (This is too easy). Blood starts to run down his leg from the light cut. He blocks my next blow; I twirl around him and try to dead-leg him. He blocks my attack before I can get him. I back up and he charges at me. He launches his first attack at me, I dodge the blow. Quickly the fight turns into an exquisite dance. One move after another, each dancer doing amazing moves, sparks fly, and one after another slashes and strikes. The sun moves across the now light blue sky. Clouds race with each other long the sky.

The time is now twelve in the afternoon. Butch and I have been fighting since five in the morning. I'm bleeding from my legs, arms, hands, and one cut on my face. Butch is bleeding from his arms, sides, and two cuts on his face. This is the longest I've ever fought one of the knights. (Man this guy is good). I finally get a good blow at his legs, he stumbles backwards and his sword flies out of his hand. (This isn't fair), I throw my sword to where his is and get on top of him. He looks at me weird.

Butch's POV:

(She's on top of me, Why is she on top of me?) Buttercup just threw her sword where mine was. She pulls her fist back, (What is she doing?) Her fist starts to come down. (Oh crap!) I roll out from underneath her before she could punch my lights out. I jump up, she smirks, and she gets up. We slowly start to circle each other. SNAP! She looks over to where the sound was, (This is my chance!) I rush over and punch her in the face. Her face goes back, she grabs her jaw, and then she looks at me. (She's mad, oh crap!) She tackles me to the ground. I shield my face with my arms as she punches my gut again and again. I look around searching for an idea. I see my sword only a few inches away from my hand. I reach for it, Buttercups sees me. She sees her sword a couple inches away from mine. We exchange a glance. Then we both dash for our swords, Buttercups gets hers and swiftly rolls away. I pick mine up just in time to block a blow to my face. (She's such a graceful fighter. Butch, this is not the time). She backs me up against a tree. I raise my sword up to her throat as she raises her sword to my neck. We both just stand there out of breath.

"You pass." Buttercup states and takes her sword off my throat and into her sheath. She walks away.

"Wait, what?" Now I'm confused, I put my sword in my sheath and run after her.

"Every other knight I beat in the first two hours, you and I battled for six. Plus, I'm hungry." She shrugs and walks into the forest, me walking beside her.

"How long have we been fighting?" I ask her still out of breath.

"Six hours, hey, what was that technique you used? I don't think I've seen it before. It's way better than the bear technique that the other knights use." She asks.

"It's an old family technique; the eldest son always learns the technique." I say trying not to sound out of breath. It's not working.