Princess Bride - Elorwin & Laurefinde
Buttercup awoke with the dawn, the beautiful song of the birds not making it any easier to pry herself from her warm bed. Going through the process she did every morning she lay day dreaming a few extra minutes, thinking up new ways boss around the farm boy. This always brought a small smile to her lips and gave her enough motivation to throw back the covers and haul herself from under the warm quilts.
Her room was small but to her liking, the stone walls and floors covered in a variety of simple tapestries and woollen rugs. Not only did this give the room a more homely feel it also helped insulate it from the cold during the winter months. Turning to a plain mahogany chest of draws Buttercup selected the dress she wanted to wear today. Making her choice she picked up her long brown woollen dress with the square neck line and her white cotton shift with long sleeves.
Dressing quickly Buttercup threw open the window and shutters and stood in the sunlight that came streaming through the window, brushing out her long wavy blonde locks with a soft silver backed brush. The brush was one of the few nice things she owned; it had been a complete impulse buy, having no other use other than brushing her hair and making her feel special. Leaning against the windowsill Buttercup let the sunlight warm her hair while she brushed and she watched the farm yard scene before her. The animals were starting to wake, the chickens were beginning to file out of their coop and peck enthusiastically at the grass, searching for seeds. In the higher fields the sheep were starting their day of grazing and from the stable Buttercup could hear the soft whinny of the horses.
The sound of her horse brought a smile to her lips and the thought of the exhilarating ride made her put down the hair brush and leave her bedroom. Pausing only to pull on sturdy brown leather boots Buttercup walked outside. Moving swiftly to the stable Buttercup began to saddle her dun stallion. She did not know where her farm boy was at the moment but he should be up already from his bed, which was above the stable. Knowing he should be around Buttercup adopted her authoritative tone which she used for the farm boy.
“Farm boy, I am going riding now. I wish for you to have fed the chickens by the time I get back!”