Author POV:

"Butch, I'm passing you the crown."

"W-What? But f-father.."

"I know there's not much time for me. I'm going to be gone from this world soon and I want you to take over the kingdom."

Butch was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his father's hand tightly as the king laid on the big king size bed, with a blanket covering almost his whole body. Butch nodded his head sadly showing he agreed and understood.

"Please take good care of yourself, and take care of this Kingdom. I believe in you that you will be a great king, a greater king than I ever was." His father whispered, "Your mother would've been so proud of you taking on the kingdom. She always told me how proud she was of you and how happy she was for you taking the throne. She wished she could've seen you rule the kingdom..."

A single tear fell from Butch's left eye, "And I wish I could too." The king whispered, his hand getting weak on holding his son's hand.

"You should rest father. It's getting late and you need to take your pills soon." The king nodded his head and got comfy on the bed. Butch kissed the top of his father's head, "Goodnight father." Butch whispered, seeing his father's eyes close.

*

Later on that night Butch was woken up from the loyal people who worked in the kingdom and was told his father had passed away.

Butch felt as everything around him stopped, and his mind was only focused on one thing. And that one thing was having somebody to comfort him.

"I heard about your father! And I just had to come in here! and-" Buttercup had slammed the bedroom door open and rushed inside to see her best friend.

She stopped in mid sentence when she saw tears falling down his eyes and making a small puddle on his green silk bedsheets.

Buttercup didn't say anything after that and just came into his bed to wrap her arms around his upper body which he right away cling on to hers and let himself break down into her arms.

And that whole night they had stayed in each others arm.