"...Did her parents help her through her depression at all? Or do they care that she's being married to a prince she doesn't love?" Rae wonders aloud, resting her chin in her hand as she watches Buttercup ride her horse across the idyllic landscape "I'm surprised no one in the crowd noticed how unenthused she was."
Buttercup rides her horse directly up to three men standing waiting for her in the woods. 'A word, my lady?' asks the shortest of the three. 'We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?'
'There is nothing nearby,' answers Buttercup, truthfully. 'Not for miles.'
'Then there will be no one to hear you scream,' replies the shortest of the three men, as the tallest approaches her.
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Date: 2015-11-08 06:33 am (UTC)Buttercup rides her horse directly up to three men standing waiting for her in the woods. 'A word, my lady?' asks the shortest of the three. 'We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?'
'There is nothing nearby,' answers Buttercup, truthfully. 'Not for miles.'
'Then there will be no one to hear you scream,' replies the shortest of the three men, as the tallest approaches her.
"Of course," Rae grins, amused.