in this story the ppgz and rrbz live in the times of queens and kings but with a twist butch is a dragon and buttercup is his cursed Maiden and she has her own special ability passed down from her family along with her weapon but the dragons have a...
The next Mourning wasn't as eventful buttercup woke up in her room with the sun shining she got up put on a new dress
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
brushed her hair attached her swords and grabbed her fan and headed out her room
Her steps echoed in the corridor and she was hit with the realization that it was incredibly lonely here. She had only seen a couple dozen servants in the main part of the palace and only near meal times. She was greeted with the cold silence of this place, with only soft whispers of the wind in
the air. She pulled her fan closer to her and gulped, hoping that she would find a way to escape soon. In her village, sound was unavoidable with how many people were bustling about.
Now the silence chilled her to the bone.
As she continued down the corridor, past the entrance to the gardens, her sword began to vibrate. Looking down at it, Buttercup wondered if other swords did this too. Ever since she came, her sword and fan would act strangely in certain parts of the castle especially near the North Tower. It was as if something was calling to them, enchanting her to come closer.
"You can go anywhere you like here... Except for the North Tower."
Wat was so special about it anyway she thought to herself.
Why was it so important that she didn't go to the North Tower? Even Tar had been displeased that she was in the mere vicinity of the tower. Butch hadn't said anything, though she had a feeling that he knew she had been near there. The dinner before had been tense as he reminded everyone that the North Tower was off limits, though the warning was definitely directed at her. Bliss had even decided to hole them both up in her room to play with her toys instead of running around.
But Buttercup's curiosity grew. She found herself staring into the garden, the whispers she thought were wind had gotten louder. She could see the path she took too and-
