Yet another tiresome day and yet another bothersome lesson to teach. Toffee folded his arms and leaned against the wall. He watched his charge huff about the chambers almost willing her wand to do as she commands. It would seem that no matter how many times he had chided the young royal for crass wand usage, she would not learn till she gets badly injured. It will only be a few more moments before another 'incident' would happen. Most likely when Glossaryck's irritable nature ruffles her petticoats.

His eyes stared off to the distance as she and Glossaryck bickered. Their banter echoed around him and his thoughts. After several moments, his eyes firmly trained on the beautiful, blue-haired royal. They always gravitated to her.

As the days go by, he finds his cold heart yielding. It was honestly pathetic of him. He was beyond those emotions - those feelings as Mewnians called them. What do those silly beings know of feelings with their barbaric ways? Their hunger for corn? His eyes narrowed and he seemed to seethe. The bitterness in his thoughts must have permeated the air for curious blue eyes turned to look upon him with concern.

And just like that, the dark clouds in his mind disappeared and an awkward, slight smile twitched to his lips. He was certain he looked like a goon for Glossaryck was doing the ridiculous things with his eyebrows as Moon returned the smile.

And just then, a stampede of unicorns blasted from her wand. He sighed and rubbed his eyes as his Princess attempted in herding them. It would be quite comical if it did not reflect his ability as a tutor.

"Princess Moon, for the love of corn, I told you to use- Moon!"

A distressed unicorn tore past Moon, the sharp horn tearing past her bicep. The young royal winced and fell to her knees, lifting her arm weakly then and finally casting the spell to make them disappear. He was by her side within a heartbeat.

"Ugh…T-Toffee?"

He knelt by her side, hands deftly tearing apart the material around her wound. He paused for a moment as her breath hitched, giving her an apologetic glance before proceeding to clean out the wound. He rested his palms over the wound, pretending not to relish in the feel of her hot-blooded skin felt on his cold, clammy hide.

"Well, Princess. It would look like your powers are finally growing as they should. A late bloomer – who would have known?"

Moon scowled over Toffee's shoulder to Glossaryck who gave a smug smile to her before disappearing into the safety of the spell book. The future Queen's temper was not one anyone wanted to face. She felt stern, green eyes on the top of her head.

"I told you not to get frustrated with yourself. Your emotions will cloud your magic. How many more times are you going to get injured? You've barely healed from-"

"Oh, shove it Toff. I am done for the day anyway."

He sighed but allowed a smile to twitch to his lips as his hands glowed over her arm. His Princess was a temperamental one. As much as she puts up a proper façade for her parents, she had a secretive wild streak in her that would injure the delicate sensibilities of the rest of her family. He felt the skin stitch together beneath his fingertips leaving behind smooth, milky skin.

"Sir Johansen sent a gift this evening, my Princess. I've placed it in your chambers. You might want to go quickly before it - er, grows restless."

He watched with what could only be described as a twitch of jealously as the young woman's cheeks flushed. As much as she tried to appear nonchalant – a trait he suspects she had leeched from him; she could not hide the childish excitement in her eyes.

"River? Has he returned from the hunt with his family?"

"No, my lady. I believe he will not return till Song Day."

He saw the light in her eyes dim, but nonetheless, she is back on her feet. She was always one that was quick to recover from missteps. It was a trait that he admired greatly in her – among other things.

A hand rested on his chest and he lifted his eyes to meet hers. She had such striking blue eyes - ones that often took the wind out of his lungs. Gentle, bright and warm. Without thinking, his hand reached down to tuck away a stray pale blue curl that had escaped her braid.

"Thank you, Toffee."

Her voice was so breathy and soft, it left his throat dry. He managed to give an indulgent nod and for a moment, he felt his heart skip several beats as she leaned forward. Her warm lips rested on his cool cheek and his blood ran warm through every inch of his being. Magic had nothing to her touch.

Before he could blink, she was gone. Already sprinting towards her room where her gift from her secret beau awaited.

"Well, that was repulsive."

Whatever warmth Moon had left him with dissipated. He sighed and stood up, giving a slight bow of his head as a figure emerged from the shadows of the training chambers.

"Need I remind you of your place in this Kingdom, filth?"

"I assure you, my liege, you do not. I am your most humble servant."

He was careful to keep his tone in check, but a sardonic tone was part of his nature. He could not do much. It did give him a slight satisfaction in seeing their eyes narrow. The figure remained in the dark, leering at him. Cold, calculating eyes taking him in and pausing at the chartreuse tie made of the finest Mewnian cornsilk. A gift from Moon.

She had gifted to him on the day she had inherited her wand. Silly little Princess – giving him a gift on a day that was meant for her. It was one of his most cherished items for no other reason that it complimented his eyes. At least, that is what he says to himself.

"And what right does a filthy servant have to such a fine piece of Royal attire?"

He narrowed his eyes and straightened his back, his hands neatly folded behind him in his neutral pose.

"No right, my liege. But it is a gift from my dear Princess. I wear it to show my gratitude to her."

"Ho hum. So the whispers are right. Your dear Princess must be quite grateful to her filthy lover."

He held his tongue – a skill that he had cultivated lest he loses his head on the guillotine reserved for treasonous monsters like him.

As much as he detested the Mewnian aristocracy, no amount of disdain would have him betray her. Among the blue-blooded scum, she alone shone as a beacon of hope for him. For the future of monsters. For the future of Mewni. He will not allow a silly misunderstanding tarnish his Princess' reputation and especially not break her tender heart that she hid beneath an iron will.

"Alas, the Princess Moon has much loftier tastes. She has no eye for filth such as myself."

"But the filth has an eye for the Princess, no less."

He kept his jaws shut. It would do him no good to lie. His own magic, while powerful, was limited when contrasted to a Mewnian's.

"She is a beautiful young woman."

The shadow disappeared then, seemingly disappointed with his answer. It left a strange taste in his mouth to refer to himself as filth. He thought highly of himself – almost to dangerous levels that was not acceptable for a monster. The blue-bloods knew and it frightened them. Silly Mewnians. He wondered how much longer he needed to wait before his future Queen would make things right. She was skilled, but had so much more to learn. It might take decades.

For her – it was well worth it.


A/N: I have most of the next chapter written and planned out, however I would love some encouragement in the form of comments that would really help with the plot bunnies. I do hope that you have enjoyed this story! :) Let me know your thoughts thus far