"Oh, you have got to be kidding me" Marceline groaned as she floated back into the 'lounge' room where she had left Finn and Flame Princess. She had combed her hair, grabbed a strawberry from her pack and tried to spook as many dimwitted guards as she could, only to come back to these two making out in full suits of armor. She thought about scaring them – they hadn't noticed her yet – but then decided against it; Finn would probably take her head off. So she slowly floated out of the room and back into the maze of corridors.

There were various flame elementals of different shapes and sizes strolling down the halls, most of whom were carrying large stacks of… something in their hands. Paper? Not quite, it seemed. As a pair of particularly short flame people carried stacks of the stuff, it revealed an oily sheen that isn't associated with normal paper. So that explains that. She opened a particularly large door at the end of the hallway, and found herself in the throne room of the palace. Business as usual, by the look of things. Nothing out of the ordinary—well, would you look at that? Flame King's locked in that stupid lantern!

Now it was all coming back to her; Finn telling her about his breakup with Flame Princess and his meticulous description of the events thereafter. One of which was Flame King being locked up by his daughter. Daddy issues, huh? She floated cautiously over to the giant glass candle-holder; she may be immortal, but she is as sure as hell that she can still feel pain. She stops when her face is almost pressed up against the dull orange glass. She tapped the glass slowly, making sure not to possibly aggravate him. That would be—

"BUHH! WHO'S THERE?" FK shot up and 'accidentally' stomped on DJ's head.

"Oh… it's you" he spat, staring at Marceline menacingly. He removed his foot from DJ's head and stood up a little straighter when DJ swore at him.

"Well, Frederick, I didn't expect to see you again. In here of all places" she said nonchalantly, using the flame royal's real name to try and intimidate him. It didn't work.

"I could say the same to you, Abadeer" that coaxed a few gasps out of the servants, only to be swiftly put down with a "WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT!" from FK.

"So, how's life been, FK?"

"It's been fine, thank you very much"

"You sure about that?" she said, knocking on the glass of his prison "Because it doesn't look 'Fine' to me"

"Yes, it's splendid. This kingdom is more prosperous than ever before"

"You're not wrong… it's changed a lot for the better since I was here last

Marceline raised an eyebrow, "How does this affect you, might I ask?"

"Oh, don't you think I have even the tiniest amount of influence over what my daughter says and does? Her alignment may have been… redirected by Finn, but she is still truly evil, and can be influenced as such" he said condescendingly. No sooner as he said that, Finn and Flame Princess burst into the room. FP had a bowl of crackers cradled in her arms, and Finn was awkwardly munching on a quickly melting chocolate bar.

"This is going to be a long day" he mumbled.

"Sorry we're late guys!" FP called out, waving her arm "You can get back to doing your royal duties"

"Mmphh mph mphhhh!" Finn said, though his mouth was full of chocolate so it was undiscernible from anyone's perspective but his own. Finn bounded over to the throne and unceremoniously dropped FP onto it, and then sat down himself next to her. It was a tight fit, but they managed. They started chatting happily, and barley noticed Marceline and FK at all. Marceline stared at the pair for a while; she didn't know how Finn would handle the incredible boredom that came with ruling a kingdom. That damn kid could barely sit still for 12 seconds, let alone 12 hours. If he were with anyone else, that is. Those two seemed to be mediators for each other; FP would stop Finn from going into mental breakdown, and Finn would stop FP from killing anyone.

"Can you say healthy relationship?" she muttered under her breath. This was going to be a long day.

Soon enough, Finn and FP were sprawled onto the throne, sweating bullets. FP groaned and slowly sat up, wiping her face with Finn's hat. Someone was in front of her, asking about the weather or some crap like that. She saw that Finn had fallen asleep with a half-eaten cracker in his mouth, and was mumbling something about something called "meat man" or whatever. She took a swig from the water bottle that Finn had given her. Blech. It was warm. Until recently, everything had felt cold, at least relative to her. And now she was getting tired, and hot, and sweaty when she would have previously been A-OK.

"Yes? What do you want?" She said grumpily to the rather small man in front of her, stirring Finn from his sleep.

"Well, I was looking for a job opportunity, and I saw that one of your guards had left recently, right?" he said in a rather… odd accent

"Mhmm" she mumbled, while Finn grabbed hold of her head and used it to hoist himself up out of his sleepy demeanor.

"Well, I saw that sign over there and thought 'this is brilliant!', so I have come over to your royal highness; your royal highness being you, and I want to ask if I can have the, err, guard job"

"Kay" she said uninterestedly, turning to Finn who once again was trying to get up out of his slouch.

"Really? Oh, that's bloody brilliant!" he said happily, and ran off to wherever that guy lived.

She took another gulp of water. This was going to be a long day.

A/N

God, I am actually really sorry that I took this long guys. And by guys I mean the 100 people who have seen this story, which in retrospect is a lot. So yay storytelling! Also i like to imagine the gaurd applicant at the end has the same voice as Stephen Merchant. hehehehe