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princess of shadows

The reaction to Buttercup's assault was instantaneous. Butch stumbled back a few steps before coming right to her face and snarling. His eyes glowed sinisterly and a mixture of black and green smoke spewed from him mouth and nostrils in rage.

"HOW DARE YOU STRIKE ME LIKE THAT!? I HAVE HALF A MIND TO LOCK YOU AWAY IN A DUNGEON!"

"AND I HAVE HALF A MIND TO DO IT AGAIN! HOW DARE I? I THINK THE FACT YOU KIDNAPPED ME MAKES ME PLENTY FUCKING DARING!"

"I THINK THE FACT I ALSO SAVED YOU FROM BEING KIDNAPPED BEFORE GIVES ME PLENTY REASON TO REQUEST YOUR HAND!"

"UM EXCUSE  MORON! YOU DIDN'T REQUEST ANYTHING YOU JUST TOOK!"

"I AM A DRAGON! WE ALL JUST TAKE!"

"WELL I'M A HUMAN! WE ALL JUST HIT!"

"GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T EAT YOU!"

"I'VE GIVEN YOU SEVERAL! NOW EAT ME!"

"I told you, not until after the wedding." Buttercup stared at him before punching him...again.

YOU FUCKING OVERGROWN PERVERTED LIZARD! "

"STOP. HITTING. ME. OR. I. WILL. BURN.. THAT. VILLAGE.DOWN."

She froze as Butch hissed out his threat. Yes, they had sacrificed her to be eaten by a dragon and isolated her when she was younger. But her uncle and cousins were in that village too. She glared.

"You wouldn't."

"I've done it before, I will do it again."

"For generations, my village sacrificed innocent people to you! It's bad enough you came five years early! You can't just go back on your word like that!"

"Technically, I didn't. I was just in the woods, it was your village who jumped to conclusions."

"You only come into there woods when you want your sacrifice."

"There woods? That village is located in my father's woods which are now mine , I come and go as I please." Before she could respond, Butch continued,

"in fact, this is hardly the first time I have been in my woods near your village. I just made it more clear I was there."

Buttercup thought back to all the times she had been in the woods. Then to all the times her uncle, Rose, or even Lily had been in those woods.

How many times had Butch been nearby, watching them?

How many times had they walked past death?

As Buttercup's face got paler at the thought, Butch checked his jaw. His new bride had quite the punch, he had seen it while watching her over the past decade. He just didn't exactly like being on the receiving end of the strike. Then again, he glanced at her sword, it's better than being on the receiving end of her sword. He had better be a bit more careful not to anger her enough to use that. Usually most swords didn't get past his scales.

That one, however...

"It's late and it will be dinner soon. Will you join me?"