Ch2
"What are you doing here?" She asked angrily getting up.
"Easy sunshine. I just want my bag back." He smirked as he jumped from the ledge into her room.
Fionna angrily wiped her tears away "You're already lucky I didn't tell the guards on you, don't make me call them." She threatened
"Then you'll just have to explain to you mother, why you have a boy in your room." He grinned walking closer to her "I. Just. Want. My. Bag."
"What makes you think I have it?" She smirked
"You cut it and it fell to the ground… I highly doubt you'd just leave it there." He smirked "…also, it's right there." He pointed towards her bed with a grin.
"Shoot!" She dove for the bag and picked it up before he did. He jumped on her bed and Cake dodged, hissing at him, and walking towards Fionna. "Get off my bed!" She yelled through gritted teeth
"Why would you want my bag?" He asked, the cynical and sarcastic tone not leaving.
"I don't. You snuck into my castle remember. You tried to steal my father's sword. You left it here." She pointed out
"True." He laughed, "Can I have it back?"
"Sure. But the socks stay." She grinned
"What? Why?" He asked surprised
"Cake likes them." The princess smiled and pointed to the cat clawing at the socks "Call it a, thank you for not telling on me, present." She grinned.
"I liked those socks." He smirked "but fine." He stuck his hand out and received the brown messenger bag. Grinning he opened it to check its contents. The grin fell and he looked up at her "Where's my book?"
"The book you stole?" She scoffed
"I didn't steal it. That's my work." He said seriously "Give it back."
Fionna stared at his serous face and shuddered under his watch. Without speaking, she handed the book back and watch as he inspected the book "What does M.L stand for?"
His eyes jerked up to meet her curious stare "Wouldn't you like to know my little princess?" He teased
"I am not little and I'm definitely not yours." She stated calmly
"I'll give you the little part. You sure are not." He winked and watched as the blush spread across the girl's face "But you are my princess. You are the princess in this kingdom and since I inhabit it then this is my kingdom so you are my princess." He grinned.
She punched his shoulder "What does M.L stand for?" She asked again
"My name." He said laying back on her bed
"Which is?" She said following.
Fionna didn't know what came over her. She was not this trusting to actually set into conversation with a stranger, let alone one who just tried to steal from her.
A knock on her door interrupted the boy from speaking "Fionna are you still awake, honey?" The female voice of her nursemaid.
"Ah yes Margaret… just give me a second… I'm… I'm indecent." Fionna called out panicking. The boy watched, amused, as she struggled to come up with a solution to her dilemma.
"Okay sure darling." The voice retorted
Fionna pulled the boy from the bed and pushed him in the direction of the window "Go!" She whispered
"What?" He teased lowly
"Shh! Please Go!" She pleaded as he climbed on the ledge
He stared at her panicking face in the moon light. Her blond hair falling down her back and her blue eyes reflecting the moon "Marshall Lee." He stated as he jumped off.
Fionna watched, enticed, at the skilled boy as he used his sword to slide down the wall. She remembered her nursemaid and ran to open the door, barely avoiding tripping. "Margaret, I am sorry I was just-"
"Oh darling I am sorry if I made you rush." Margaret stated pointing to the rip in Fionna's dress sleeve. Fionna herself had forgotten it was there "I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow Prince Gumball is visiting, and your mother told me to advise you to be ready by eleven."
"Oh…alright." Fionna said as her nursemaid kissed her forehead and walked into her closet to pick out Fionna's sleeping gown.
"I know you don't wanna marry him… but honey… you know your mother. Once she gets something in her head." Margaret sighed sadly and brought the red woolen gown she had sown herself to Fionna. "I mean, the boy is nice and smart but not strong enough to deal with you." She teased "…besides he wears more pink than you do." She grinned as she bent over to pet the purring cat. "Well goodnight sweetheart." She walked towards the door and closed it lightly.
As Fionna threw the blue dress off and slipped on her sleeping gown, she thought over her nursemaid's words. "Not strong enough to deal with me..." She slipped under her covers and felt Cake's body curl up next to her "Marshall Lee" She whispered as her eyes flickered to the window, some part of her hoping he returned and rescued her from this decision she had no part in taking… but she wasn't some damsel in distress, and he wasn't no hero either. He was Marshall Lee and she was Fionna. He was a thief and she a princess, and now that he had his bag back, why would he return? He wouldn't. He would stay away…and she would be alone. The cat purred in her sleep, to let the human know she was there "Okay… so not completely alone." She smiled and sighed before shutting her eyes "I have Cake."
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"Nice one Marshall." He scolded himself as he paced back and forth in his living room. "Tell the princess your name… She could have the entire town looking for me! There really aren't that many Marshall Lees!" He used his hand to brush his hair back. He sighed and walked over to his bass guitar and sat on his couch while he began to play. This was merely a distraction; he was fighting himself so he wouldn't return to the castle to see her once more. She was a great sword fighter and a beautiful princess, she was funny and it was fun to mess with her… but she was to marry someone else… Prince Gumball of everyone. Marshall knew the prince, not personally but he knew him. He had been to Gumball's castle before and even stole a couple of things but he always resold them. To him everything from the Castilian Kingdome was too pink, and that included the prince "Why does he get her?" Marshall sighed loudly before slamming his bass down on the couch. He stood angrily from the couch and walked towards his bed.
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"Fionna, baby, are you ready?" Margaret's voice came from behind the door. Upon receiving no response, the nursemaid thinking the princess was asleep, walked in to see the princess sitting at her dresser staring at the dress her mother had sent for her to wear. It was a pink fluffy gown with ruffles, bows, poufs, brilliants and furbelows. Her simple tiara, a white and blue tiara, was replaced by a, too big for her, crown. It was too much for her simple style. "Oh dear." Margaret whispered as she watched the horror filled expression on the princess.
"I am not wearing it. She can't make me." Fionna stood walking over to her bed and laying back down.
At that moment, the queen entered through the open door "Fionna why are you not dressed yet? Prince Gumball is expected any minute!" She exclaimed
"I am not wearing that." Fionna pointed to the over geared pink dress.
"Fionna why are you being so difficult?" Her mother tapped a foot impatiently
"I. AM. NOT. WEARING. IT. YOU. CAN'T. MAKE. ME." She repeated
After a while of arguing from Fionna and her mother and some coaxing from the nursemaid, Fionna's mother realizing she wouldn't get anywhere sighed and agreed for Fionna to dress appropriately, "I swear you are just as stubborn as your father." She scoffed walking out the room
"Here you go sweetheart." Margaret came our holding a blue dress. It was a simple satin blue dress of two colored blues, light and dark. It had green lace and white on the sides. Margaret helped her slip it on and she put on her black flats and her white and blue tiara. She dressed as she always did, her simple beauty radiating. Her hair flowing back and her cat meowing at her feet. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." She sighed pulling the skirt of the dress up, and walking out the room with Cake following.