Chapter Two: The Daily March of Lord Abadeer, Duke of Nightsphere.
Marceline Abadeer made it a habit to count to ten whenever she entered the House of Lords.
One, was for the crowds who had come to witness the proceedings, to get over her appearance.
Two, was for them to get out of her way as she tried to enter the main chamber.
She had found that, due to her so-called unnatural appearance-how a woman wearing a waistcoat and pantaloons in public was unnatural, she would never understand; they were quite comfortable and fit quite naturally on her long frame- the crowds took their time to stare and then suddenly, give her a wide berth as they noticed that she did not stop to let them continue ogling. Quickly they parted for, if they did not move, they would be mowed over and pushed aside by the speed and force of her gait.
Three, was for the constable who claimed to "forget" who she was, every time she appeared.
Four, was for him to attempt to redirect her to the "Ladies Gallery."
Five, was for her secretary, Simon, to come in and clarify to the constable what her title and place was among England's peerage. Simon, for some reason, was always heeded more than she.
Six, was for the long walk up the stairs.
Seven, to put away her coat and gloves.
Eight, to stand a hair's breadth away from the door to the main chamber.
Nine, was for the moment in which the doors opened, and for the Herald to call her name and announce her arrival.
"Announcing the arrival of Lord Marceline Abadeer! Duke of Nightsphere!"
"Finally!" Various members of the House exclaim.
"It seems that Lady Nightsphere has finally decided to grace us with her presence." the Count of Cornwall sneers. "If it wasn't for our gentlemanly ways, we could have started on the proceedings, instead of waiting for the arrival of a frivolous lady as if though we were at a charity dinner!"
"Shall we begin." Marceline drawled. She took a deep breath and turned to the Count.
Ten, of course, was to correct her fellow asshat peers on the proper pronunciation of her name.
"I believe my name is Lord Nightsphere, Count Cornwall." Marceline began. "And since we are on the topic of a charity dinner, let us not forget that it was my estate that donated the largest purse at your last charity ball."
The Count grumbled and called the House to order as they all began riotously murmuring amongst themselves at her words.
And so the day began for, Lord Marceline Abadeer, Duke of Nightsphere.
AN/: Neither "Adventure Time" nor, "Masterpiece Theatre" are owned by me. I simply use their characters and names as an exercise of writing and creativity. Also, please note that this story is not historically accurate, though an attempt to accurately portray history is certainly made. No offense is intended with any of the interpretations of the people discussed in this piece. I am neither British, nor French, so all language foibles and other je ne sais quoi are unintended. All feedback is appreciated and welcomed.