Como estas, bitch.

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Oh dear, an update!
Nothing special, or terribly witty.
Sorry to disappoint.

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[mysilentmelody]

My people!
A month from now, our country will have its five hundredth anniversary. On that sundown, I shall marry a lady who was once a commoner like yourselves. But perhaps you will not find her common now. Would you like to meet her?
-Yes!-
My people, the Princess Buttercup.

Buttercup's emptiness consumed her. Although the law of the land gave Humperdinck the right to chose his bride, she did not love him. Despite Humperdinck's reassurance that she would grow to love him, the only joy she found was in her daily ride.

A word my lady? We are but poor lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?
There is nothing nearby, not for miles.
Then there will be no one to hear you scream.
Ah--