Like Father, Like Daughter
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Star vs the Forces of Evil
Chapter 21: Princess Marco
Marco and Seraph were going over one of Seraph's books. Though she'd been on Earth for a while and had caught up a lot, she still needed some help. Seraph actually liked reading so that helped when it came to her English homework, but there were often metaphors and things she didn't get simply because she didn't live on Earth and learn about those cultural references. So every once in a while after school, they went over those things.
There was an issue, they couldn't focus as Pony Head and Star were talking so loud that they could be heard from Star's room.
Marco sighed, "Hey, let's take a break. I'll make some nachos for us to snack on."
"Yes!" Seraph quickly agreed when nachos were brought up.
A few minutes later they found themselves in the kitchen. Marco had always held pride in his nacho making skills and took just as much pride in teaching Seraph how to make them.
Seraph enjoyed making food with her dad. Seraph found some delight in his skills to cook. She had noticed how her family seemed to have skills in creating. Her mom was the forger of the dimensional scissors with each pair unique, crafted for their owners, and their own piece of art. Angie made beautiful poetry, and Rafael was an artist who made all sorts of sculptures and things. Even her uncle Rhombulus was skilled at making beautiful crystals. Seraph wondered if she'd ever show any creative talent. She liked making things in art class, but she never saw it as all that great, or all that unique.
At the moment, she was happy enough to enjoy her family's skills especially when she got to eat what they made.
After some effort, they finished their nachos and headed to the living room to watch some television as they ate.
As soon as they sat down and started nibbling, they heard someone run down stairs.
"Nachos!" Star raced down having smelled the treat. "Did you make some?"
Marco sighed, "Yeah, come down here and you can have some."
"B-fly!" Pony head followed behind Star. "How did you even do that? You got like a nose like a dog."
Star sat down besides them and grabbed some nachos.
Marco spoke up trying to start a conversation, "So, you two seemed to be having a lively talk, what were you talking about?"
"Oh, our new issue of Princess Beat Monthly came in." Pony Head told him.
Star held out a magazine she had brought with her, "It's a special issue. It's about the winners of the Princess Awards."
"Princess Awards?" Seraph questioned the pair.
Star explained, "Every year all the princess of the multiverse vote for our fellow princess for various awards. Best Dressed, Best Hair, Best Smile, Most Artistic and that sort of stuff."
"Oh, did you two win something?" Marco asked.
His reply was a moment of silence before Star spoke up, "… no."
"I still can't believe I didn't win Life of the Party." Pony Head huffed.
"Princess Nova did throw that party."
"Oh, I'm sorry if my parties don't spread out across star systems. Most of my guests need to breath air! I'm just being considerate."
"But it's not over!" Star decided to stay on the first topic. "This issue revealed most of the winners, but the biggest awards winners are announced next issue."
"What awards?" Seraph asked grabbing a few nachos.
Star answered, "Most Up and Coming Princess, is the award mostly given to new princess who every expects will do great things."
"There is also the Most Beautiful Princess award, which I'm a shoo-in to win, for the princess who's the best looking." Pony Head said smugly.
"The Most Virtuous award is for the princess that is declared to do the most kindness, most charitable and overall nicest princess. You have to be a saint to get this award."
"But that is so boring," Pony Head told them. "Then there is the award for Best Future Queen. That's pretty much the award for whoever everyone agrees will becomes a great queen. Obviously, everyone wants to get that one. It's usually given to a princess who is going to take up the crown soon."
"And then there is the big one!" Star said cheerfully, "Princess of the Year!"
"Yeah, everyone wants that one too!" Pony Head agreed. "It's given to the princess everyone thought did a great job being princess and just being awesome."
Marco tried to hide his expression. It sounded like it was mostly a popularity contest for princesses, but then again it could also be a nice ego boost to those who deserved it. It would be nice to hear that people thought you'd do a good job as a queen or that all your charity was noticed and valued. It was probably a good confidence boost for any princess who just stepped into the all public light.
"We might still win one of those!" Star told them. "The rules say that the winners of the top five awards become ineligible for the other awards, and even then they can only win one of these. So if we didn't win any other awards, we might have won one of them!"
"Good luck!" Marco told them before going back to his nachos.
"We don't need luck!" Pony Head told him. "We just need to wait, the winners will be contacted in the next few days and then they will be announced."
"Yeah, and next month there will be a special issue focussing on just these winners. They're all given a beautiful trophy and a huge chest full of gold to use anyway they want."
"That and you get the envy of all the other princesses." Star finished off.
Suddenly a portal formed in the living room, a man in colorful and puffy clothing stepped out. Honestly, he reminded Marco of one of the servants he saw around Star's castle. He looked around confused, "Pardon my intrusion. I meant to open the portal outside. I beg for your forgiveness; I've never found myself traveling to Earth before. I am the messenger for Princess Beat Monthly, and I have come to inform two award recipients."
Pony Head and Star squealed in delight holding each other.
"It's happening!" Pony Head smiled.
"Oh, Pony Head I voted for you for Princess of the Year."
"Thank you! I voted for me too!"
The man pulled out a scroll and cleared his throat, "I am honored to inform Princess Marco that you have won Princess of the Year. I am equally honored to inform your daughter, Princess Seraph, that she has been declared the Most Up and Coming Princess."
"What?" They all yelled.
"Wait, you're a princess?!" Marco questioned out loud.
"You're Princess Marco?!" Seraph looked at her father. "Like my doll?"
"Wait, you have my doll?"
"Mom got me one when I lived at the Forge. I just didn't realize you were the same person." Seraph stared blankly, "You have the same name." She grumbled feeling like an idiot.
"Of course she did." Marco figured Hekapoo was probably saving that knowledge for something special. He doubted Hekapoo didn't recognize their similarity. Seraph hadn't met Marco when she got the doll and probably never connected the dots.
"Wait, you have dolls?" Star asked him.
"Yeah, I got all sorts of merchandise from being Princess Marco. They send me a royalty check for 650 dollars every month."
Marco realized something suddenly, "But you're a princess?" He turned to his own daughter, slowly he started to hear gears turn, "Well, your mom does wear a crown and she does rule her whole dimension. She's the ruler and you're her daughter so you'd… be a princess."
Marco felt like an idiot not realizing that earlier.
The messenger continued, "I must say this is the first time that two winners are related in such away. But you've both made quiet a name for yourselves this past year."
"We have?" Seraph asked confused.
"Yes, indeed," He pulled up a scroll that began to display moving images of the events he spoke about, "Princess Marco, you didn't come into the attention of the Universe until this year. Your debut to public came as leading a revolt at St. O's and exposing the horrendous practices that went on there. Following that you showed up again in public during the Battle Nexus Tournament, and the first human to enter it. More to the point, you helped defeat a coup and ended winning the tournament. There was also a revelation that you'd gone on one of Lady Hekapoo's trials and earned your own dimensional scissors. A truly impressive feat, nowadays most scissors are just knock offs or passed down from generations passed. I haven't even heard of anyone in recent memory to earn them by passing a trial. More to that you're also the first human to do that. Your determination on a 16 year long trial easily puts you on the same league as other legendary warriors to pass such trials."
Marco knew that passing the trail was no easy feat but didn't think people actually considered it some sort of legendary feat. Though if he was less humble, he'd admit he'd done some pretty awesome things during the trail.
The messenger continued, "Then there were the stories about your relationship with Lady Hekapoo. Rumors are still going around about your wedding."
Marco cringed; he didn't want to think about what the multiverse was saying about that disastrous wedding.
"Many people were disappointed to hear that it was only brought on by those blasted Love Bugs. There are many people, including many of our readers, that hope you two will get together."
Marco had the feeling that this guy shipped him and Hekapoo.
The messenger pulled out a scroll dealing with Seraph and began to show images relating to her. "Your debut on the universe's stage came at the Battle Nexus Tournament. As the brainwashed contestants began attacking, you helped evacuate the civilians. You even fought off the brainwashed contestants in order to allow people to escape. It is a rather impressive feat that you managed to fight off the contestants with years of experience using your own skills, powers, and guile all while limiting damage done to them. It goes a long way to show how your lineage influences you and what you will become."
"What?" Seraph didn't understand what he meant.
"Your parents are Princess Marco, a revolutionary and a renown warrior, and Lady Hekapoo the protector of dimensions. It's quiet telling you take after them since the first action the public heard of you was to protect the innocent. With that in mind, we all expect that you will do just as amazing as they have."
Seraph stared at him for a moment; it seemed so much to live up to. "But-but what about Star? She was helping at the tournament too, and her mom is on the commission too."
"Ah, well, yes." The messenger said, "Yes, Princess Butterfly has begun to make a name for herself ever since she received her family's wand. She fought at St O's alongside Princess Marco as her side kick and was seen helping out during the tournament. If anything, I think she lost votes with the rumors that right after getting her wand she set fire to Mewni."
Star couldn't help but flinch at that.
"What about me? Why didn't I win anything?" Pony Head yelled out.
"Yes, well, Princess Pony Head has gotten a lot of attention mostly notably for being arrested and tried by the Merpeople along with the mismanagement of St O's after she took over."
"Oh, are they still complaining about that?" Pony Head rolled her eyes.
The messenger continued handing them their scrolls, "A condition for getting the awards is for you to come in to our office for an interview and a photoshoot. The details are inside. If you need to reschedule, contact information for the interviewer is included as well."
Marco and Seraph both stared at the scrolls in their hands.
"I bid you adieu." The messenger opened up another portal. "I still have more scrolls to deliver." He stepped into the portal leaving them.
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Marco sat in his room alone thinking all of this out. He was surprised he won a Princess Award but was honestly a little shocked no one bother to check if he was actually royalty.
He wasn't sure if he should go to the interview. He did do some impressive things, things he was proud off, but he had a nasty feeling about it. He couldn't shake the feeling he won because of the stories going around about Hekapoo and him. If the girls at high school were any indication about how these princess voted, then they did love gossip.
He didn't want people talking about Hekapoo or Seraph because of that. He didn't want anyone disparaging them because they thought his relationship with Hekapoo was scandalous.
After all he and Hekapoo weren't even dating or anything, and people do love to drag people down. So far they'd been lucky on that front, but Marco feared their names would get dragged through the mud because of him.
It didn't help that during the tournament, he and Hekapoo had talked about some sort of debut for Seraph and this wasn't their plan. Not that they had much of a plan, they had thought that for Seraph next birthday they'd call it a quinceañera and throw a big party for her. It seemed fitting since quinceañera were typically a coming of age thing and would be a good chance introduce her to everyone, but now it seemed like the multiverse had already found out about her.
Marco was tempted to turn down the awards to avoid the extra attention. Though the money prize would be nice, even with his royalty checks he was putting away he could always use more money in case Seraph needed something. He didn't want his parents to have to pay for everything.
He laid down in bed and started looking at the popcorn ceiling trying to make sense of it all.
"Marco?" Star poked her head into his room. "I reheated the nachos. Do you want some?"
"I'm not hungry right now."
Star placed the plate of nachos on Marco's desk before laying down on the bed next to him. "Is something wrong? I thought you'd be happy that you and Seraph won the awards. It's a huge honor, and you've both earned them. You've done a lot of stuff this year and helped a lot people, and inspired a lot of princesses to be individuals and be better. I can see why people would expect a lot from Seraph too. During the fight at the tournament, she didn't hesitate to kick butt and help people. She takes a lot after you like that."
Marco smile the kind words, "Thanks, I'm just not sure."
"Not sure about what?"
"This whole thing. I don't want Seraph to get dragged into the spotlight. Me and Hekapoo figured that she'd get a lot of attention being the daughter of the forger of the dimensional scissors, but we wanted her to have a normal life before all that."
"Then what's the issue? She's already got the attention. She got a lot of attention saving people during the tournament. There is probably some talk about her already. A lot of people must have found out about her when you and Hekapoo sent out this invites to your buggy wedding."
Marco sighed at the memory, "Yeah, I guess."
"Yeah, people know about her already. I think this is your chance to get people to know the real her. There is going to be an interview. Why not go with it? Let people know her; she's great. I'm sure that when they hear about her they'll love her."
"Maybe," Marco had to admit that it sounded like a good idea.
"Why don't you ask her what she thinks? She's a smart girl, Marco. I'm sure you can come up with an idea together."
Marco needed some kind words, something to reassure him, and he got it. Before he knew it, he grabbed Star and hugged her. Moments like these made him realize how much he missed Star during the trial. "Thank you Star."
"…" Star was a little surprise by the sudden contact. Slowly she hugged him, her hearts glowing a little at the contact. Star noted his smell; he had a unique scent, something that was just Marco.
She blushed a little realizing they were holding each other on a bed.
"Hey Dad," Seraph knocked on the door walking in.
Star quickly pulled herself away from Marco and threw herself off the bed. Quickly with a jolt, she got on her feet.
"Hiii!" Star said shyly.
"Hey," Seraph replied confused by her sudden actions.
It seemed that Star was the only one who thought the situation was weird.
"Hey Seraph, can we talk?" Marco asked.
"Sure," Seraph said spotting the nachos and taking a few.
"I'll just leave the two of you alone." Star decided to show herself out.
"Do you want to do this interview thing?" Marco got up and asked.
Seraph played with her hair, "I'm not sure, I guess it's a little interesting. I just don't know what everyone expects of me. You're this warrior, and mom is one the most powerful beings in the universe and… I'm just me."
Marco looked at his daughter, out of all the things that she could inherent from him he never wanted her to get his own insecurities. But he saw it there in her eyes, that look of just feeling you were never good enough. He got up from the bed and gave her a big hug, "You are great," Marco found it weird to be on this side of things. He wasn't even sure he got over all of his insecurities, but ever since meeting Star he started to get over them. "You're my daughter, and I love you and your mom loves you. You don't have to be anything other than who you are. I'm sure if you let other people get to know you they would think the same thing. If you want to do this interview, I'll be right there, and if you don't, then I will support you."
Seraph looked at her father and saw such confidence in his eyes, confidence in her, and she felt like she could do anything. She was nervous, but she felt like she could do it. "Okay, I think I'll like do it. It might be fun."
Marco supported her, though they agreed to talk to Hekapoo about this. Things were weird between them right now, but Marco knew he had to tell her. Hekapoo had indeed been planning on doing something with the Princess Marco information but now that plan was going to waste.
They talked it over, and she agreed it would be best to do the interview. To get ahead of the story as it were, if they turned down the award, it was likely more people would talk and would be more inclined to sling mud.
Like Marco, Hekapoo was sure that their daughter would make a good impression.
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A few days later Marco and Seraph rode on Nachos through a beautiful valley. They had used the dimensional scissors to go into this dimension, but decided to take a quick ride on Nachos to relax a bit before the interview.
They raced through valley on a winding path surrounded by wild grass and fresh air.
Seraph always loved riding on Nachos, feeling the wind running passed her hair. It felt like flying. She trusted Nachos, and she trusted father to keep her safe during their ride. Right there and then, she only thought of the joys of flight.
Soon enough they found themselves at a building nestled on top of a hill. It was an odd place for an office building, but the magazine company liked the view they got. They thought it helped their staff work better, and when you specialize in a magazine that sells mostly to rich princesses you really don't worry about overspending.
They parked Nachos and gave her a treat telling her to wait for them.
Marco held his daughter's hand as they walked through the front doors.
As soon as they stepped into the office building, they were swarmed by a group of people. A woman in a business suit walked to them.
"I'm Madam Dramaturge. I'm glad to have both of you here, your majesties." She gave them both a bow as did those around them. "We have much to do, and I'm afraid that our photographer can't stay too long, they have to leave for another assignment. We will have to hurry. If it's all right with both of you, we'll have to have the interview as we get you ready and do the photoshoot."
"Ah, sure," Marco shrugged.
Marco then realized who the other people were; they were their makeup and dress people. They were eyeing them to decide what would look best on them.
The group started to pull them to different ends of the buildings.
"Huh, what's going on?" Seraph asked.
Dramaturge smiled, "My dear, we're taking you both to get ready for the photoshoot. Our interviewers will be there waiting for you. "
"Can we have a moment before we start?" Marco asked.
"Of course."
The group gave them some space.
"So, okay, don't be nervous." Marco told his daughter, "You'll be great. If you get nervous or anything, remember to take a breath. You can refuse to answer anything you don't want to. Otherwise just be honest."
"Okay, dad." Seraph smiled, "By the way, do they know you're a guy?"
"I don't know, I've been expecting someone to call me out on it. I don't know if they haven't realized it; they might think on Earth we call the guy a princess, or they're trying to be supportive… I was half expecting them to call me out right now, but it didn't happen. It just feels too late to bring it up now."
A few minutes later, they were being escorted to different rooms where the makeup people started on their looks.
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"Princess Seraph," A small pixie with large glasses sat nearby on a makeup table with a large notepad and pen.
"Uh, you can call me Seraph, Miss Kim." Seraph eyed a woman who took off her jacket and hoodie and started to take her measurements.
"No, I can't do that. I'll just call you Princess Seraph. There are so many questions."
One of the makeup artist started to polish her horns. "Yik!"
"Let's talk about your unique situation. There has been a lot of talk and maybe you can clear some things up."
"Sure," Seraph told them, "I'll try."
"There is some question that your age is not what it seems."
Seraph's smile faded a bit, "Well, that's complicated…"
And Seraph started to explain the circumstances of her condition.
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Marco had already gotten into his usual Princess Marco dress that they provided. They thought it was her classic look and used some magic to get his hair back into the ponytail. One of the make up artists was combing his hair. While another one was working on his make up.
"You have such pretty eyes. Let's just bring some more focus to it with some eye liner and a bit of mascara. You don't want to over do it, bring attention to your eyes but not distract from it. The same with blush, too much and you distract from your beauty mark. Makeup should just highlight your own beauty, not hide it."
Marco looked himself in the mirror, "Wow, you do great work. I look great."
"Thank you." The makeup artist smiled.
"Cute," A blonde haired cat lady in a stylish but simple dress smiled as she tapped her notepad. "Are you ready for the interview?"
"Yes, sorry Miss Grant,"
"Okay, Princess Marco, I have to say you've made quite a name for yourself. You lead a revolution, became the first human to earn dimensional scissors, and then won the Battle Nexus Tournament. I would love to focus the interview on that, but my boss insisted that I ask you some things our readers demand to know."
"Like what?"
"Your relationship with Lady Hekapoo and the birth of your daughter,"
"Oh,"
"Yes, you can refuse to answer anything, but I do have to ask."
"No, I understand. I'll try to answer anything I can."
"Okay, our readers want to know about you two. Some are saying that you spent 16 years in her dimension."
"That's correct,"
"Well, people are asking what was the nature of your relationship in her dimension, especially considering that you have a daughter together."
Marco glanced at her with a rather cold look that made her tail curl up. Miss Grant knew she had to be careful, not only was Marco a renown warrior of well renown but also a princess and royals hated to be put on the spot. And if she was going to suddenly get her head cut off, she'd prefer it happen because of a real story and not some gossip piece.
She had to thread carefully.
"Of course you don't need to answer, your personal life is yours."
Marco sighed, "No, don't worry. I suppose I should have expected that. I guess it's not much of a surprise that people would wonder about that. I will start by saying that I will not talk about anything that could hurt Hekapoo's image in anyway. But I will answer any questions that relate to me."
Miss Grant tapped her pen, " Okay,"
"Our relationship was complicated, and I suppose still is. It started off simply enough as her rival in the trial, but then we became friends, and then it developed into something more."
Miss Grant raised an eyebrow, "Developed how so?"
"Well, during the trial Hekapoo would call these time outs. We'd stop and talk about all sorts of things. She had gotten interested in me and wanted to talk, then from time to time we'd start eating together or have some fun together-"
Marco began to tell them about his relationship with Hekapoo.
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Miss Kim was a little surprised, usually people she interviewed would try to have things their way, but this girl was sincere and honest. And it was sad; she couldn't be with her mother because her dimension would accelerate her age and eventually kill her.
"It must be difficult for you, not to be able to live with Lady Hekapoo like that."
"A little, I guess," There was a sadden tone in Seraph's voice, "but now but now I get to know the Princess Marco" Seraph chuckled, "My mom got me this doll, and all this time I didn't realize they were the same person.
Miss Kim couldn't help but chuckle at that too, "I suppose Lady Hekapoo would have no reason to use Princess Marco's full title."
"But she always told me stories, about everything they did together about all the adventures and everything. I think I should have realized they were actually one and the same."
"Okay," The Pixie started, "you've just recently come into the limelight. What do you think are some traits that a princess should display? Anything that you've learned from you parents or anything?"
Seraph was silent for a moment as she thought the question over, "That's hard for me to answer. I honestly didn't realize I was a princess until recently. I don't want to come off dumb or anything-"
"Don't worry it's pretty understandable. You're only a few months old and grown so much; it's reasonable you'd miss a few things as you settle into your new life."
"Um, I guess, I would have to follow my parents example. Both of them great, I know they try very hard to take care of me and everyone around us. I guess, try to be thoughtful and patient. If I learned anything from my parents, it's that you shouldn't give up. There are solutions to your problems, sometimes they just have to find a new way to solve them."
Miss Kim smiled at the girls innocent sincerity, "So, I take it your parents are a big inspiration to you?"
"Yeah, but everyone on Earth has been."
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"But you're not in a relationship with Hekapoo?" Miss Grant asked Marco.
"No, I'm not."
"Though both of you were nearly married even if by the will of those love bugs, are you telling me there is nothing between you?"
"Hekapoo is the mother of my daughter, one of my friends, someone I know I can rely on and someone who helped make me better and reach my potential. Hekapoo is and will always be someone special and dear to me."
Miss Grant wrote something down on her notepad, "Okay, what do you have to say about some of your critics? Some have been saying that it's improper for a princess such as yourself to have a child out of wedlock."
Miss Grant shivered as Marco's eyes grew cold again, "My daughter is a miracle," His eyes began to soften, "this has never been the way I imagined having a child, and I'm sure it's not how Hekapoo thought of it either. If people want to say it's improper of me than so be it, I won't stand to hear anyone besmirching Hekapoo or Seraph. If they want to say anything about me so be it, I don't care. I'm not ashamed, me and Hekapoo were both consenting adults, and it happened and we got Seraph. I was lucky, my parents were very supportive and understanding, as were all my friends. It made it possible to give Seraph a good home and life, and Hekapoo has done everything she can to help us. I know not everyone would have been in such a position. If people expected better than me, then I'm sorry I let them down, but I'm not concerned with them. I have a daughter, and she's what I care about."
Miss Grant scribbled on her notepad. At first she thought this would be about a princess that ran off and had a torrid affair with a member of the High commission and had a child, but it was turning into something else.
She could tell there was something between Marco and Hekapoo possibly romantic or possible something else, they both cared for her daughter, and Miss Grant had the feeling that if it came down to it Marco would cast off everything to protect the young princess. This interview had more layers than she initially expected.
And if she was being honest she could relate to Marco, she was a mother two boys. Her work kept her busy and never gave her enough time to spend with them.
In a way she almost envied Marco, to be lucky enough and courageous enough to at least try to raise Seraph. Marco wasn't being optimistic about it. He knew it was difficult and grateful for all the aid they'd gotten from family and friends.
Miss Grant tried to stay unbiased with interviews, but it was hard to sometimes.
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They talked for a while, and Seraph moved behind a curtain and started to put on the dress they gave her. Miss Kim asked her all sort of things, about her parents, about her life, about living on Earth, and about her friends.
After they finished fixing her hair, Miss Kim lead them down the hall to start the photoshoot.
As she walked into a wide room, she was greeted by Marco dressed like a princess, "Princess Marco!" Seraph just managed to prevent a squeal from escaping her lips to see her idol standing there.
Marco looked at his daughter; she was wearing a long yellow dress with red trim. They gave her a black tiara, one similar to her mother's.
"Oh!" Marco couldn't help, but squeal. "You look so cute!"
"Ah, Thanks," Seraph grinned, "you look so pretty!"
Marco wrapped his arms around her, "No, you do."
They both embraced each other and only stopped when a flash of light.
"Oh sorry about that," A small spider in a bow tie hung from a line on the ceiling. He held a small camera.
"You will have to forgive him," Madam Dramaturge waved them over to the spider, "that is our photographer Jimmy Parker."
"Sorry for not introducing myself. I tend to take pictures a lot when a moment arrives."
Dramaturge smiled, "We'll start the photo shot. I take it none of you have any objections about both of my girls interviewing you as the photoshoot goes."
Neither Diaz had any objections.
Dramaturge smiled, she told the interviewers to ask questions that they might not have been as willing to answer in the presence of the other.
Marco gave some instructions to Seraph, "Just try and relax and have some fun."
Seraph quickly found herself posing with Marco. Marco was a natural at it.
Marco has gone to photoshoots before for posters and things. Seraph did her best to follow his lead. Jimmy was taking picture giving them small directions and taking picture trying to find the right shots.
"Okay," Miss Grant began, "Princess Marco, you are well known for the rebellion at ST. O's, recently Miss Heinous has started to become more public."
"Yes," Miss Grant said holding out her pen, "are you afraid that Miss Heinous might be a threat to you or your family?"
"Not really," Marco admitted,
"She did threaten your family."
"I know, but I didn't take her as much a threat." Marco flipped his ponytail behind him. "She's not much a threat. She's a confused old lady; her assistant isn't anything of a threat and her bounty hunter… apparently me and Star beat him without realizing it."
"Yes, about Star Butterfly, your sidekick," Miss Kim spoke up, "I'd be hated by the readers if I didn't ask."
Miss Grant sighed with a roll of her eyes, Miss Kim lived for this tawdry gossip stories.
Miss Kim leaned in towards Seraph, "What are you thought about her?"
"I already told you that-" Seraph began.
"No, no, no" Miss Kim let her wings flutter, "Yes, Princess Butterfly is one of the leaders of the Rebellion of St O's and sidekick to Princess Marco, but what else is she?"
"What else?" Marco quirked an eyebrow.
"Well, there is talk. People think you'd make a good couple. I believe they have a couple name for you two, Marar, I think they call it."
Marco's voice cracked, "Me and Star?!"
"Yes," Miss Kim turned to Seraph, "what would you think of her becoming your step mother?"
Miss Grant growled, she knew Miss Kim was just trying to get a reaction and trying to get some sort of scoop to report on.
Seraph blinked unsure of the question much less what to say. She turned to Marco who looked just as confused.
"Let's move on." Miss Grant started.
"I was just getting started." Miss Kim glanced at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry I just thought that our readers might find it more interested in the potential threat to their bloodline and not some silly romantic rumors."
"Silly? This is drama! This is life! Two friends battle together and slowly a romance begins, to complicate things there is a young girl in the middle. The struggles between emotions of duty and desire. That's the very essence of life."
"So gossip?"
"Oh, sorry, why are you getting so catty?"
Miss Grant hissed at the pixie.
"Ladies!" Dramaturge stopped them, "Let's behave for the royals. You are two of my best, please don't let me down."
Some of the staff brought in a cart with food, "Okay, let's take a break and maybe act like adults."
Madam Dramaturge knew they were her best at finding what readers wanted to read, but they didn't work well together. Despite this, she did have faith that they would get interesting details from this interview, and this was such a unique circumstance.
Marco and Seraph were more than glad for the break and moved towards the food.
The room's peace was shattered when the wall behind them exploded. They hit the floor, and Marco looked up using his body to block Seraph.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Miss Heinous walked through the shattered wall as she held a lizard arm with a chainsaw. "It just seemed like a good time to barge in."
Behind her stood Gemini and several robotic guards.
She smiled a sickly smile, "Hello Princess Marco, so very good to see you again." She turned to Seraph. "And Princess Seraph what a pleasure it is to meet you."
Everyone stared at this unstable woman that looked on menacingly at them.
Miss Grant just looked over to her fellow interviewer, "Told you so, this is much more interesting."
Author's Notes: Sup, okay so here we have the start of the Princess Arc. Let me know what you guys think. Also, before I check out J053PH-D4N13L on DeviantArt who did some great fan art of Marco, Hekapoo and Seraph ready to celebrate Dia de Los Muertos. Go check them out. If anyone else makes fanart for the story let me know and I'll give you guys a shout out. Anyway, getting back to work on the next chapter, it should be out soon. Also check out the omake for this story cause I got a new one out. leave a review and tell me what you guys think.