My first attempt at anything like this, zero writing experience.
Just testing the waters, let me know if you'd be interested in more, advice appreciated.
Marco Diaz awoke with a start, brushing off the parchment and quill sticking to his face.
He had fallen asleep at his writing desk again, not unusual but always uncomfortable.
With a groan he managed a glace at his wristwatch, he should have been awake an hour ago.
"Euuuggghhhh"
Not for the first time Marco lamented the absence of his earth clock radio. None of the night shift staff were allowed near the Royal chambers leaving Marco to rely on his internal clock to wake him.
After applying some spit to his fringe and a quick change of shirt he was out the door.
Marcos' room was directly opposite Star Butterfly's, Princess, adventurer, heir apparent to the throne, and his best friend. This placed Marco in the center of one of the palaces highest towers, an incredible honor for a commoner such as himself, an honor granted to him as squire of Princess Star.
Squiring for the 'Queen to be' was an entirely unheard-of position and no-one quite knew what it should involve, Star had no armor in need of fitting, no warnicorns to stable and its not as if Marco would take the throne on completion of his training.
Luckily for Marco, nepotism was not a word on Mewni and questioning Star was well outside the paygrade of the palace staff. Marco was generally given free reign to do whatever he wished. Despite this theoretical scope Marcos average day remained pretty mundane. Consisting mainly of planning and assisting Star in her royal duties.
A glorified PA.
Marco shook of the thought.
After a detour through the kitchens to fetch breakfast. Marco gently knocked on Stars door, then after a few seconds silence pulled a bulky keychain from his pouch and unlocked the door.
"Star"
"Mmnnh"
"Star"
"Mmumm"
Star lay face down on her bed in her best formal dress, one boot on, her bun half unwound and tangled.
A half-hearted attempt had been made to pull over a duvet with little success.
Gently placing his hand on her shoulder Marco shook Star awake.
"Good morning your sleepiness"
"Mmmormmmg marmmco" Star managed to mumble, pulling herself into a sitting position.
"Trade negotiations get a bit rowdy last night?" quizzed Marco.
"Mmmm donwanna talk 'boutit" murmured the princess wiping sleep from her eyes.
Star stared at Marco, tilting her head.
"..granted the.. shipment and.. honoring the"
"Huh?"
"will continue.. full confidence of.."
"Star"
"..Upholding mon..monopoly?" Star continued rotating her head another 30 degrees.
"STAR!"
"What?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm reading..reading your..face"
Marco swore, wiping his face he found his hand covered in ink.
"Marco, you need a break" said Star, suddenly serious.
"Says you! when was the last time you took a day off? You haven't seen Tom in weeks!"
"mm, ok I'll shut up"
"Not the point Star, well talk about this later"
"Ooh, I got your breakfast" Marco directed Stars attention to her nightstand.
"Cake, bacon and ice-cream, but that's the last of the cake, as of tomorrow you're eating healthy again"
"fanks Marmo mmm the best!" somehow the cake was already in her mouth.
"so what's on the agenda today?" taking another bite.
Marco leafed through his notebook,
"You're holding court all this morning, then formal lunch with the Duke of Adylcorns at his estate followed by a meeting with the merchant's guild and thennn" Marco flipped the page.
"The Coronation Ball"
Star let herself slide back to horizontal, hiding her face behind her pillow in an explosion of cake.
"Marrrcccooooo"
Star risked a peek over the top of her pillow.
"Are you coming with me.."
"Of course, Star, I have a few things to sort out but I'll meet you in court as soon as I can"
"Awww"
"It is my job"