**Cough**

Two fiqures were present in a pitch dark room. The only light present was the streams of daylight peeking through red velvet drapery. The only sound heard between the two fiqures were the sound of birds chirping happily. It was a pleasant sound that would have been great for any other day. However, this was not a time for such plesant things. This was a time for seriousness.

"Have you been treating my daughter and grandchildren well, Master Bowser?"

The first figure was an elderly koopa. His face was covered in a river of wrinkles that would make the Sahara desert jealous and he had blood shot eyes filled with weariness.

"Clawdia and the boys are doing fine, sire but your daughter is sadden about your upcoming death."

The old koopa glanced at the massive koopa and smiled a toothily smile.

"Sadden! They should be happy! I will get to leave this forsaken world in order to be with my beloved, Lydia. She was a fine woman . I missed the passionate love making we used to have."

Bowser was not pleased about hearing such private information coming from his dying father-in-law. He was actually disgusted by the thought of the elderly koopa "banging" someone much less a beautiful woman. He jittered in his seat and proceeded to "nod" to every word the old king spoke.

The geriatric koopacaught the clue that his younger was not not interested in such tales so he sat himself up in the bed and took a sip of his wine.

"I see you are not interested in such stories of my passed memories. You are in many ways like your mother: stubborn and impatience. Let us get straight to business."

A sign of relived appeared on Bowser's face finally this old koop was going to get to the point!

"That's more like it! Let's get straight to discussing my ahem inheirtance, since I am married to your beautiful daughter."

The old koopa chortled heavy. He took a hold of his chest to prevent losing all the breath in his body.

"You moron, I did not summon you to my death bed to discuss riches, I actually have an important request to ask before I depart."
Bowser grind his fangs in angry, how dare that old bastard not give me a cent! Wealth was the only reason he came to his chambers, he could have cared less if he died or not.

"I want you to take my daughter's hand in matrimony."

"Didn't we have this discussion two years? I think you are starting to become senile."

"No fool, my other daughter!"

The old koopa pointed to the picture on the desk beside the bed. It was a photo of his family years back. In the photo the young king( whom had an impressive amount of curly hair) stood right next to his late queen Lydia, the koopa with hair made of rainbows. Standing right under them were their three children: Rainer, Clawdia, and Katrina. Rainer and Katrina looked very much like their father with the same wooly, curly hair and chestnut color scheme while Clawdia looked similar to her mother with a green and orange pattern but with sky blue hair.

Bowser thought the idea of having a second wife would be aggravating. Grr..they would both nag me to death he thought but an another thought popped in his head. A thought that made him instantly smile, maybe having two wives would not be so bad!

" Very well, you old sack of bones, I shall marry your youngest daughter! Personally I find it moral-twisting but for the honor of the royal family!" the large koopa chuckled.

"Please take care of my youngest daughter. She has been gone for many years and needs someone to love her." The old king sadly replied.

The elderly king coughed and took another sip of his wine. He slid his body farther in the bed. Dying takes a great amount of energy.

"I will let you rest now, sire."

Bowsermay be a rude brute usually, but he knew some moments required politeness. He rose up out of his seat next to the dying king' bed and headed towards the door making sure he doesn't knock down objects with the vibrations of his steps. However, a single thought popped in his head that made him pause.

"Why did you choose me instead of the other nobles in your kingdom?" spoke Bowser.

The old koopa king took a sip of his wine, glanced at Bowser and smiled.

"Simple. She scared all the other suitors."

The old koopa then gave out a burst of laughter. The laughter was not a chuckle or a snicker it was a full blow guffaw that filled the king laughed and laughed until a sudden sharp pain hit his chest. The king lowered his laughter and then the room was silent.

"King Maxmillion? Are you okay?"

The old king gave no reply.

"Your daughter and I made some fierce love making last night! She screamed my name so loud it woke the whole castle!"

There was no reply again. The room was still silent. The old king was dead.