The Candy Kingdom was a bright and sugary land with it's citizens quite content with being civil and minding their business. In the center of this was the castle of which their leader, Prince Barnaby Gumball, resided.

He truly loved his kingdom and people, which is why he was agreeing to this in the first place. He repeated that as a mantra for a few moments, until his council sent him off to plan renovations for his room.

As he began going through his wardrobe for things he could discard for space, a familiar blonde bounced into the room without knocking. Trailing behind her was her faithful companion, Cake.

"Oh! Hello, Fionna." He nodded towards her in acknowledgement, then went back to what he had been doing.

"H-hey, man." She blushed slightly. "Whatcha up to?"

"Spring cleaning, so to speak." He said. "I've to make room for another wardrobe." He sighed, stopping and pulling her over to sit down on his bed with him. "Fionna..I'm to be married soon." After a rather long silence, Barnaby cleared his throat. "Ahem."

"What the lumpin' math?! But.. why? I mean.." Fi had her self flustered to the brim, caught between jealousy and a reminder that she had a certain flame boy to worry about, not Gumball.

"I have to, for the best interest of my people. They need to be assured that peace will always live in our land. Unfortunately, it hasn't for the past few weeks. Creatures from the Nightosphere have been attacking my citizens, so the council has decided on me marrying to ward them off."

"Who is it?" She asked, her stomach flipping for some reason. This topic gave her a weird feeling. Cake must of agreed, for her hair stood on all ends, seemingly alert.

"The only heir of Ms. Hanna Abadeer. She is a very ruthless woman, so I imagine my advisors believe me and her child's marriage will strike fear into the hearts of many evil doers." The prince grinned and stood, unaware of the adventuress' jaw dropping.

"I bet she'll be stunning. A true beauty, as people tell me her mother is." He grabbed the royal marriage license and folded it, placing it carefully into a manilla folder within his satchel.

"Oh, he certainly thinks so." She muttered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing..I j-just said I think I should go! Yes, that'd be best. I mean Flame Prince is probably looking for me. Uh..BYE!" She ran out, Cake in her arms.

"Weird."

The Nightosphere was undoubtly very terrifying, especially to the Candy prince what with his weak stomach. But he kept telling himself that anything out there as he walked through fire practically, wasn't as scary as The Abadeers. As he made it to their residence without his sugary skin bubbling, he took a deep breath and knocked ever so slightly on the chipping blue door. He rocked back on his heels, waiting patiently.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and there stood- well hovered, a boy no older than 19. His skin was a pale grey-blue, almost glowing. It contrasted well with his turquoise orbs and wet raven locks that draped ever so slightly over pointed ears.

Water droplets dripped off his nose and onto the scowl plastered across his face. Barnaby shook himself out of his trance and realized he was probably waiting for the prince to announce himself. "Uh..I'm here to see Ms. Hanna Abadeer."

"Oh, you're one of them." The boy turned around gracefully afloat, and it was only then that Gumball realized he was naught but in a pair of ashen boxers. "Gross, ma. I didn't know you were into twinks! Blegh."

Gumball frowned. What was a twink? And did he think he wanted to see Ms. Abadeer? Oh glob.

"I'm not you, Marsh." She coughed, hiding her slip of the tongue from the oblivious sugar boy. "Ah, Prince Gumball. It's a pleasure to make your aquaintence finally. Please, come inside. I'm sure I have papers to sign?"

He entered the house, passing the still scowling teen. Who was he? And why couldn't he be decent infront of such royalty?! But as soon as the thought arose, he was gone.

Hanna sat down in a blindingly bright white chair, crossing her legs promptly. He took the seat across from her, in a chair almost identical, only red. "You'll have to excuse the furniture. Marshall got a little hungry."

Pushing his curiousity on exactly who this 'Marshall' was, back down into the crevices of his mind, he took the parchments out of his bag. "Here you are. But if you don't mind Ms. Abadeer-"

"Call me Hanna."

He smiled nervously as she took the paper and skimmed through it quickly. Finding everything in order, she swiftly signed her elegant script along the dotted line. "..Hanna, I would like to meet your daughter before we bring her back to the castle."

The air quickly became so thick you could slice through it. "Daughter?" Her lips pursed.

"Yes, the one I'm supposed to be marrying."

"Oh! Dear, there seems to be a misunderstanding." Down the stairs came the older boy again, wearing tight navy jeans and a red plaid button up.

"You see, Marshall is the one you'll be marrying." She gestured towards the floating teen.

Their eyes locked instantly.

"WHAT?!"