You were the daughter of a fair mistress, and you often rode on your horse to a stable where you ordered around a boy that worked there. And all he did was obey whatever you said. As you wished, actually. After months, you realized you loved him. Just as much as he had loved you. That’s why he always did anything that you wished.

You jumped off your horse and into Westley’s strong arms. He smiled and hugged you tightly. You told him to give you a kiss. And to never let go. He smiled and his grip on you tightened slightly. He kissed your forehead and spoke while his lips still lingered against it.

As you wish.

Then his lips left your forehead to give you a soft, tender kiss right on your own lips.