The Queen of Filth!

The Queen of Putrescence!

Rubbish! Filth! Slime! Muck!

It was ten days till the wedding.

The king still lived.

But Buttercup's nightmares were growing steadily worse.

See? Didn't I say she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck?

Yes, you're very smart. Shut up.

It comes to this.

I love Westley. I always have.

I know now I always will.

If you tell me I must marry you in ten days...

please believe I will be dead by morning.

I could never cause you grief.

Consider our wedding off.

You returned this...

Westley to his ship?

Then we will simply alert him.

Beloved... are you certain he still wants you?

After all, it was you who did the leaving in the Fire Swamp.