He watched as she ran a hand through her long blond hair. She scrunched her face adorably as she playfully pushed the muscular man she was with, laughing. Suddenly, the man wrapped his arms around the blue clad woman, and kissed her. Gently at first, then deepening the kiss as her body melted in his embrace. They sighed as they broke apart, and the happy couple walked back into the Smash Mansion, holding hands.

For the thousandth time, Prince Marth was struck with despair. He was seated under a tree in the garden and had witnessed the whole scene. Samus Aran was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He often longed to be the one to hold her in his arms, to stroke her silky hair, to simply be close to her. But he knew that would never become a reality, for Samus was deeply in love with Captain Falcon, one of the best racers in the world.

Marth knew he could never compare. While Captain Falcon was outgoing and always surrounded by people, Marth was shy and preferred solitude. Both were great fighters, but the captain boasted his victories, often poking fun at Marth for humbly congratulating those he had defeated. Marth knew Samus would never look at him as anything other than a friend, but he desperately wanted to tell her how he felt.

Marth's adoration for Samus was the most powerful emotion he had ever felt. It was definitely much stronger than what Captain Falcon felt for her. With Samus, he was a gentleman, treating her like the queen she was. But Marth knew the truth. Captain Falcon only talked of her beauty, he flaunted his relationship with her, she was his trophy. He often flirted with the other women in the mansion, but only when Samus wasn't around. Marth's insides burned when he looked at the captain, why didn't Samus see what was right before her eyes?

The Prince sighed as he plucked a violet from the base of the willow tree he was leaning on. The couple hadn't noticed him sitting so close, but Marth was used to this. He was often forgotten because of his quiet nature. He couldn't help it, growing up as a prince had taught him to be seen, not heard.

Many of the other smashers thought of him as soft, but most of them didn't know anything about him. None of them knew how he had slayed terrible beasts to save his kingdom, how he had been exiled from his home, how his beloved fiance was killed, for no one had cared enough to ask. Samus was different. Upon meeting him, she had seem something in him that most others missed. Instead of pushing her away, his quiet exterior intrigued her. Getting him to open up presented a challenge she had never experienced.

Marth stood and let the breeze ruffle his perfectly combed, deep blue hair. He didn't bother to smooth it down as he entered the Smash Mansion. As he walked in, he noticed Peach turn to whisper something to Zelda as the two sat close to the blazing fireplace. The Hylian princess giggled and glanced at Marth. He looked away and headed towards the kitchen. He knew he probably looked a sight; his clothes were rumpled, his hair was messy, and he had left his sword hanging in his room. This was much different from his usual, perfectly formal attire, never a fold of fabric out of place.

Marth entered the kitchen only to see it was already occupied by Samus and Captain Falcon. Of course. The captain held her pressed against the wall, whispering sweetly in her ear. Samus' eyes were closed, her expression blissful. Marth felt a pang in his heart as Samus opened her cobalt eyes and locked them to his own. She blushed sheepishly, a small, coy smile on her lips. Marth bowed his head and walked quickly to his room.

Slamming the door behind him, Marth beat the wall with his fist in frustration. Whirling around, he kicked the side of his bed, sending the mattress flying across the room. He watched it crash into a potted plant, toppling it over, with an odd kind of satisfaction. Marth had never been one to throw fits, but seeing Samus like that brought all of his emotions, that he so carefully kept concealed, to the surface.

Ten minutes later, Marth surveyed his room. It was completely destroyed, he had attacked it relentlessly, only stopping when his fist punched through the wall leaving a dark, gaping hole. He opened his window and stuck his head out, breathing in the fresh, cool air. Once his head was cleared, he turned back to the damage he had caused. How could he have done this to his precious room? His sanctuary, where he was free from the other smashers.

He must have caused quite a disturbance, for a small knock sounded at his door, it was rare for someone to come calling. Marth opened the door, blocking the view into his room with his body. Zelda stood before him looking concerned. She looked about to say something, but was stopped by Marths deadly glare. Zelda squeaked and briskly shuffled away, murmuring under her breath, her face scarlet.

That was odd, but he brushed it aside as he sighed and began cleaning his room.