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"Farm Boy." She knew he had a name, Westley. But Buttercup only ever called him "Farm Boy." In the beginning that was all he was to her. And when she bossed him around, he would only ever say one thing in return. "As you wish." When he said "As you wish" what he really meant was "I love you."

"Farm Boy," she said one day, "polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning."

What he meant to say was, "How lucky a saddle it will be, to reflect the beauty that you posses. How lucky am I to see your face reflected in the material. Gladly, my love, I will polish your horse's saddle."

"As you wish," he said. And he did.

"Farm Boy," she started on an other occasion. "Fill these with water." She held two buckets out to him. She thought she saw love in his eyes, and decided to be a little kinder to him. "Please."

What he meant to say was, "The water you ask for soon will be yours, for I am here to make true your every dream. And if one as mundane as water is your only need, gladly, my love, I will fill your buckets with water."

"As you wish," he said. And he did.

"Farm Boy," she called when she knew she loved him. "Fetch me that pitcher." The pitcher was only just above her head. The was perfectly capable of reaching it, but she wanted to confirm her beliefs that he loved her.

What he meant to say was, "My lady, I see how your pretty little mind works. Gladly, my love, I will fetch you the pitcher, even if only it is an excuse to stand close to you."

"As you wish," he said. And he did.

"Farm Boy," she whispered one night. The moon shone bright in the sky, glittering off the dewy grass and made her skin seem to glow. She dropped to one knee and held out a simple, gold ring. "Will you marry me?"

What he meant to sat was, "My love! You fill my heart with joy; you fill my life with meaning! You are the greatest woman beyond compare, and you are the reason for my every breath. Gladly, my love, I will marry you."

"As you wish," he said. And he did.

~~FIN~~