Buttercup

I fell in love with a farm boy who said 'As you wish' like it was a promise. When he was taken from me, I thought my story ended. I let myself be swept into a life I didn’t want because I believed I’d already lived my only happy chapter. But fate has a cruel and beautiful sense of humor. Westley returned, and with him, so did the fire in me. I may not wield a sword, but I fight every day for what’s mine—because true love isn’t passive. It’s fire. It’s fury. It’s mine.