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A witch! I fell in love with a witch! How can she not tell me? I am soon to be Queen! I cannot have a witch for a bride!

Marceline paces around her chambers trying to understand this new information. She's conflicted. She loves this girl so much but how can she be with a witch? Witches are supposed to be evil. They are the monsters who take babies in the dead of night for their satanic rituals. They cannot feel love. They only do harm… yet Belle is none of those things. She is beautiful and pure. She cannot be the evil that everyone says.

A soft knock on the door distracts Marceline from the storm that is brewing in her mind.

"Come in." Marceline says nervously.

"My love, is something the matter?" asks Belle as she enters the chamber. The worried look on her face makes Marceline's stomach flip.

"I need to have a word with you." The coldness of her tone makes Belle shiver. She slowly walks over to the bed and takes a seat. All the while Marceline never takes her eyes off of Belle.

"What is it dear?" asks Belle full of panic and concern.

"When were you planning on telling me that you are a witch? When we were married? When we had mobs at our doorstep demanding for your head? WHEN?!" Marceline couldn't hold in her anger. She saw Belle flinch and immediately regretted yelling at her.

"I love you Marcie. I didn't want to lose you. I didn't know how to tell you. I was scared that you would hate me. I was scared that you would leave me. Please understand. My kind is viewed as evil. You are told to hate us at an early age. I love you. I just couldn't lose you. I'm sorry."

Marceline sees the pain and sadness in Belle's face and rushes to her. She kneels in front of her and holds her hands together.

"I love you Belle. I always have and I always will. You will never lose me. I know you're not evil. You could have told me. I'm not angry at the fact that you're a witch. I'm angry because I had to find out rather than hear it from your lips." Marceline brings Belle's hands closer to her and kisses them. She looks up at Belle and knows that she will protect her love from anyone that wants to harm her. Belle is her soul mate.

"Marry me now." Marceline says with a mischievous smirk.

Belle smiles at her and kisses her deeply. I love that little smirk of yours"

"And I love you. So what do you say? Let's elope."

"Marcie we have to do this the right way. Show how true our love is to our loved ones and both our countries."

"The wedding is two months away! I don't want to wait any longer." Marceline says with a pout. Belle smiles lovingly at her soon to be bride. She really loved this immature monarch with all her being.

"We have waited for this day since the day we met all those years ago. The days will go by fast and before you know it, we will be married."

"Love, you have always been the better monarch." Marceline chuckles and looks at her love straight in the eye. Immediately she feels warm and full of love. "If that's what you want then so shall it be." Marceline leans in and kisses Belle.

Just as Belle had said, the days went by fast for the two monarchs. It was now the day before the wedding and Marceline was a nervous wreck. She was pacing back and forth thinking about the big day. Suddenly there was a loud crash and a piercing scream. Marceline ran to make sure Belle was safe. She ran down the stairs and saw the servants bolting for the door. She looked around panicked and spotted Belle crouched before a tall figure that was holding a large sword.

"NO!" yelled Marceline and ran towards them. She tackled the stunned man. "Run!" she yelled at Belle just as the man punched her in the face. The man kicked her off him and went after Belle. Disoriented Marceline looked around to see where the man had run off to.

"MARCELINE!" At that moment Marceline knew, she would never forget how terrified that scream sounded.

"Marceline! Marceline!"

"Hey Marceline!" Marceline Abadeer was jerked awake.

"What the hell?!" Yelled a very annoyed Marceline. She hated being woken up like that. She looked up ready to punch whomever it was that had dared interrupt her sleep. When she saw that it was Finn her anger slightly subsided.

"Class ended already sleepyhead." Finn gave her an apologetic look.

"Finn, I'm gonna kick your ass next time you wake me up like that. Is it lunch time already?" Marceline looked around to see that Finn and she were the last ones in class. "Did I talk in my sleep?" She got up and walked towards the lunchroom not waiting for Finn.

Finn walked faster to catch up with her. "Yes it's lunch time and no, you didn't talk in your sleep."

"Thanks for waking me up. I would'nt want to miss lunch. Are Jake and his girlfriend joining us?"

"Yep. He just texted saying that they already saved a table for us. I'm so excited for gym and band practice…." Finn kept talking about something but Marceline zoned him out. All she could think of was that weird dream. Why did it feel so familiar? I must be going crazy, she thought.

Just as Marceline and Finn entered the lunchroom, Marceline saw her. The girl from the dream. She stopped dead on her tracks causing Finn to run into her.

"What the hell Marceline?" Finn walked around her rubbing his nose. "Why'd you stop so suddenly?"

"Who is that?" Marceline asks Finn completely ignoring his question. "Finn,Who is she?"

"I don't know she seems new. Now can we get food? I'm hungry."

"Fine but find out who she is. Talk to Lucia. She knows everything about everyone."

Finn groaned. "Why me? She's annoying. You talk to her."

"No. Lucia creeps me out. Besides you owe me." Marceline took her food tray and headed to the table Jake and his girlfriend were at, all the while not taking her eyes off the mystery girl.

"Um, Marceline… You're staring. You're also blushing."

"Ooh, does our little Marceline have a crush?" teased Jake.

"Shush! Finn find out who she is. I'm out. I'll see you at band practice. Maybe I'll go to gym class. Laters." Marceline walked away and tried with all her might not to take one last look at the girl.

From across the room beautiful blue eyes stared at the beautiful raven-haired girl leave the room. She smiled.

I think I have a crush.