Wow I actually posted a second part... Migght be hope for continuing, but idk.

"What 're we supposed to do with those two?"

The other queen sighed. She was hoping this would go smoothly, only to find the opposite was awaiting. Then again, she was also hoping the kingdom of Creativity's Princess would be on time and pristine, which was too much to hope for in itself.

"Well, we could still make them go through with it."

"Yes but- How would we get them to produce a he'r if they hate each oth'r?"

"Your son knows his main objective is to do that, does he not?"

"He knows very well. But he doesn't want ta force 'er into doin' those sorts a' actions if she's not ready for them just yet." She shook her head, trying to ignore the loose strand of black hair hanging in her face.

The artistic queen refilled her cup of herbal tea. None of the other kingdoms had run into this issue in a very long time, so it was considered an invalid topic to discuss how to deal with most times. Without even taking a drink, she set down her cup and announced she had an idea. Tony's mother tilted her head, inquiring what her idea was. Sketch's mother smiled, "We'll send them to that one planet. The one with all the g..g...grrrr..."

"Green?" The time-watching queen interrupted.

"Yes. That color. Thank you."

"Well, you need to be more specific about it. Is it giglebah? Leehop? There are thousands, or millions of planets with that color."

"The one with the medium sized star? Has clouds?"

"Getting closer. Be more specific please."

"Named something odd...?"

She shook her head, commenting, "Lira, please, all the planets have odd names."

Lira tapped her chin, repeatedly crossing and uncrossing her legs. Frustrated with the time being wasted, the other queen pulled out a pocket-watch looking object and flipped it open. Immediately, a hologram popped up, showing a long list of variables for the search. She repeated the described items and came up with 10- 11 objects.

"Anything else, Lira?"

"Um...It's a rather small planet."

"Sma-"

"No wait! It's somewhat small, not medium but not tiny!"

"Alright? Somewhat small?"

5 results popped up. She shot her a disgusting look, mouthing something she couldn't distinguish. Turning back to the screen, she flicked through the results, coming across one that seemed just about perfect- Except it was inhabited. She was hoping for a more isolated scenario to get them to get along in a psychological way due to their habits of needing company after a certain period of time.

"That's it Marie! That's it!"

She practically dropped it, a shot of air running out and in. Wanting to curse, she turned to her and kept her words to herself. It was considered highly unladylike and idiotic to swear in another's company. Lira however was standing on the chair, grabbing the back of it like it was a handle bar, pointing at the image. Glancing at the other, she ensured her thoughts. Excitedly, the crazed woman nodded and was asked to fetch the raging young adults. Almost as quick as she jumped up hooting and hollering, she was out of the room, eagerly seeking them.

In the meantime, she sparingly finished her tea and started towards the discussion area.

Practically being dragged by the ears, Lira made sure they both went where she told them to. She knew her daughter and how she was when things were not going her way, and wasn't about to let her pull something like it now. The prince walked with hands behind his back next to the hostess. She didn't know his behaviors, however, and frequently looked at him to ensure he hadn't wandered off.

The doors were opened and Marie sat in the left chair, watching them approach. Tugging Lira by the sleeve, she murmured something. Nodding, she bent back up and sat in the opposite seat as the other two occupied the sofa.

"Childr'n, you have a choice."

The tension in the room seemed to drop immensely. The world came to a freeze as Marie tried to decide her next words. All glares were anxious, delicate fingers tied together. She continued.

"You can either go to Earth and try to get along there... Or, as much as I'd hate to do this, Note can go to L'vestoe and rule aside Prince Shrigno-"

"No!" Note protested, jumping up from her seat, "I'd rather marry this time-obsessed jerk than go there!"

"Note! This is not your choice."

"You just said this was, you didn't address him solely, you addressed both of us!"

"Quiet!"

The room felt as it did before- Quiet and still. Marie, having accomplished her goal, sat back down in her seat. She continued, "Now, you may both have a say in this... However, you must state why you made this decision. However, seeing how men have more dominance in the house, Tony's decision will have more impact on our next actions than yours'. Choose carefully, what is chosen cannot be changed."

Curling both lips, they immersed themselves into deep thoughts of short-term and the long-term effects. It wouldn't work if they never felt even a flicker of affection for each other, especially when it came to the reproduction part of their duties. His gloved hand wrapped around his chin, Tony tapped his index finger as his knee began to bounce. Note looked confusedly at the ceiling.

No matter what decision she made, she knew in the end it'd have no effect and whatever Tony said was what would be. No way to go over, under or around it. She couldn't not get married, no matter which she chose! It just depended on if she got Mister-strict-and-uptight or mister-invasive-and-

"Send her to Lovestoe."

All hope she had evaporated. She couldn't. She couldn't deal with "Morning my lovely, where are you off to today" and "Who are you writing to lovely" every. Single. Damn. Day...!

"You can't do this!" She burst, jumping up and turning to him, "You cannot send me there, I'll lose my mind! Please reconsider!"

Unphased by her pleas, he shook his head, "Sorry miss Note. You're simply unfit to look over the largest territory of the 6 nations, you're much too energetic and... Unprofessional."

Not saying another word, she stormed off to her room. There was no way to please anybody, it seemed.