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The coming of night brought a gentle hush over Mewni. One by one, the windows of shops and houses darkened while the stars were called into the black sky above, glistening like the frost forming on leaves. Wisps of smoke lifted from the chimneys until they disappeared in the moonlight. The whole world slept and lazily dreamt of warmer days and plentiful harvests. But not Orion. His watchful, green eyes stared from his tower in Butterfly castle and swept over the empty streets. The setting of the sun only made him more restless. He wasn't afraid of the dark like the townspeople nor did he shy away from the cold. He was the child of the night—the son of the Dancing Queen. The shadows called to him in a million whispers.
Soon. The prince tiptoed back to bed when he heard heavy footsteps echo in the hall outside of his room. Aunt Higgs was finishing her last patrol of the castle before letting the night guard take over. Orion imagined her piercing, eagle-sharp eyes scouring every inch of the hall for signs of trouble. Of course, Orion knew better than to sneak out now. Aunt Higgs had the sharpest tongue in the universe, and everyone feared it more than Warfang. But her sharpness came from love: the love of her people, kingdom, and rulers. Especially the king—everyone knew about her one-sided crush on Marco. According to the other Kingsguard, it was why she never married. Wisely, everyone kept the theory a secret from her.
The hall grew quiet again when the Captain of the Kingsguard left, and Orion's cell phone buzzed on his nightstand. A message from Dante lit up the screen: U in or what?
You know I am, Orion quickly replied. Meet me in 5.
K.
Even the prince of the night needed an accomplice on his misadventures.
With a plan unfolding, Orion slipped out of bed and searched for his clothes. His half-Mewnian genes afforded him decent night vision, turning the piles of laundry and videogames around him into gray silhouettes. It was amazing how much of his mother's genes were dominant: her strength, her senses, her reflexes. He could see the ultraviolet glow of magic and taste the bitter signature left behind in its wake. He could wrestle bears and run faster than lions. The only thing he seemed to inherit from his father was his sweeping bangs, but even they blond. Aside from that, Orion had no idea what human genes he had buried within him. Dad's hardly human himself, he spied a picture of his family next to his phone and studied the red moons on his father's face.
Once dressed, the prince pressed his ear against the cool wood of the door to listen. The coast was clear. Just to be sure, he stuck his nose under the crack to taste the air, and it found it free of metallic knight armor. It's time! Excitement tensed in his muscles under his striped tank top.
A sudden flash of purple heat startled Orion, and his chin collided with the door. Dante stepped out of his portal and laughed, "Scared ya, didn't I?" His blood-red eyes glowed boastfully.
"I was going to meet you in the hall!" Orion hissed in a loud whispered.
"Close enough," Dante said with a shrug. "I got here on time."
"I could've been changing!"
"So, you sleep in your boxers—every guy does that. And we've had sleepovers before."
"We were younger, then."
Their dads also used to bathe them together—Dante left out that detail—but that too was ages ago. Getting older ruined the innocence of closeness. Although I'm definitely not bathing with Dante ever again, Orion remembered how his demon friend used to heat the water until it boiled.
"By the way, I see we're matching again," Dante pointed to their tank tops. Luckily, they always chose opposite color schemes—bright yellow versus deep purple.
Orion groaned, "We gotta stop doing that."
"As if anyone cares," Dante again shrugged. "Plus, it's our thing. We've always been best bros."
"You know it," Orion held up his fist for a fist bump.
They were an odd pair of young princes. One was tall and lanky, the other was shorter and more muscular. One had jet-black hair like raven feathers, and the other had hair the color of wheat. One had pointy ears, the other looked more human. Yet they were bound by friendship as close as family. If things had been different, we may have actually been brothers, Orion inwardly laughed, but he couldn't imagine having Tom as a father.
Something buzzed in Dante's pocket, and he picked up his phone to read a message. "Oh good, Darrion's picking a place tonight," he said afterward. "The whole squad is meeting."
"As long as Sebastion is never allowed to pick ever again, I'll go," Orion replied. "I'm not hanging out in a library."
"Agreed. We should bring that notion up with Darrion and Shellheart during the next meeting. I doubt they'll mind."
"Of course. Ready to go, Dante? We can't be late, or we'll miss the beer and pretty princesses."
"Princesses?" the demon echoed. "Have an eye on someone?"
"Not yet," said Orion, "But you know being the future King of Mewni makes me a hot commodity."
Dante playfully shoved him and rolled his eyes, "Sure, but you know I'm the more handsome one. I've got the Lucitor charm."
"The Diaz charm won my mother, and she's the Queen of Mewni."
"We'll see, Rye."
They laughed, but their joy was cut short when they opened the door and saw Andromeda on the other side. She tapped her ballet slippers against the floor loudly. "The only princess you guys are seeing tonight is me!" she declared.
"Why?" Orion asked through the bond.
"Did you forget what Mom said at dinner?" Andromeda replied. "She's going out with Dad tonight, and we have to watch Jupiter."
"Tonight? Really? It's not Thursday!"
Orion and Andromeda knew about Relationship Thursday—their parents' weekly date night—and scheduled their lives around it. What were Mom and Dad doing out on a Tuesday? They never did anything on a boring Tuesday aside from their nightly round of "videogames." When Orion was little, he accepted his mother's innocent lie about playing Rainbow Rampage with his father. After all, the game was frustrating and loud. But now, he knew. The noises in the royal bedroom had nothing to do with cars…
Andromeda shuddered in disgust, "I don't even wanna think about it. Mom needs to update her noise-canceling spell before Jupiter is old enough to catch on."
"Amen to that," Orion nodded and wrinkled his nose.
"Uh, I feel kinda left out again," Dante cleared his throat.
"Sorry," they muttered.
"Hey, Andie," he continued. "Why don't you and Jupiter tagalong tonight? That way Rye can have fun and be a responsible big brother."
She thought about it but shook her head, "I'm not interested in your dorky game."
"Garrisons and Gnomes is not a dorky game!" Orion protested. "It's a serious tabletop RPG for serious people!"
"Sure thing, elf boy," she rolled her eyes.
"I'm a half sun-elf!" he said.
"Like that's any better!"
Dante stepped in before the battle became more heated. "It's not that bad of a game, honestly," he said. "I started playing a few weeks ago, and it's pretty cool. There's a lot of strategy and lore to study."
"Really?"
The prince laughed, "Yes, Andie. Plus, I need another blood demon in my clan. So far, it's just me—a lowly mage. I could always use a warrior in my ranks. The other princes are so unfair to me."
"I'll think about it," her cheeks turned red.
"I think you'd be an amazing partner," he winked.
He's kinda cute.
Orion shook his head and realized the thought didn't originate from him. The bond prickled with electricity from Andromeda's end, and the gravity of it was unbearable to experience. He started to notice things about Dante through his sister's senses: the spiciness of his scent, the redness of his tail and eyes, his glossy, black hair… Orion's body started to tingle all over, even in places he didn't have. "Andie, knock it off!" he stiffened, feeling the room spin from her powerful feelings.
She snapped out of her daze, "Sorry! I didn't know you could feel it!"
"Please never let that happen again."
The bond never crossed the line like that before. Both twins had their fair share of crushes, but the feelings stayed confined in their respective heads. What was different about today? Orion watched Dante and Andromeda drift closer while they talked as if pulled by an invisible thread. What he felt through her reminded him of his parents and how they chased each other around the castle at night. It always ended with a slam of the bedroom door. But we're fourteen! Wasn't it a bit too soon for this?
"Rye, are you alright, dude?" Dante's question caught his attention.
"I'm fine. What's up?" Orion said.
"We're just getting ready to go," he replied. "Andromeda agreed to my plan—we're headed to the Mosh Pit with the Squad!"
"Nice," Orion said. "Los tres amigos are at it again." He plastered a grin on his face.
"Just like old times!"
But Orion knew that was a half-truth. The three of them had always been close—their mothers conceived on the same night fourteen years ago—but a rift was forming. He sensed it when Dante turned back to Andromeda and took her hand. They locked eyes, but Jupiter rushed between them before anything else could happen.
"I'm coming too, right?" she asked. "You promised, Andie."
The older princess sighed, "And Rye and I have to watch you. Stay close to either one of us."
"I will!" Jupiter bounced excitedly.
With everyone ready, Dante opened a portal to the chaotic heart of the Waterfolk kingdom—the best place for clubbing in Mewni. Globgor's armies failed to destroy the underwater kingdom, allowing a place for the beleaguered survivors to drink away sorrow and celebrate living. Plus, the queen's frequent visits to the bars helped their business and reputation. Strobe lights bounced off the clear dome walls in a kaleidoscope of colors: blues, greens, yellows, whites, and pinks. The air smelled of stale alcohol, but to Orion, it was comforting. In a land of swaying drunkards, puddles of vomit, and a cacophony of noise, the night began to shine like the sun. The Dancing Prince was home.
Orion led the group down the crowded sidewalks, past vendors hawking their wares, and across the wide avenues. Bright neon lights flickered on and off, advertising the names of the equally colorful clubs: The Drunken Sailor, The Sea Chanty, The Bends, The Abyssal Plain, and The Wet Mermaid. We're definitely not talking about that one, Orion covered Jupiter's eyes when they walked past the red windows. Not even the Dancing Prince dared to venture in such a place. Once away from the debauchery of the Lower Strip, they found themselves at the Mosh Pit—the cornerstone of the kingdom's nightlife. Despite the newer acts around it, the old nautical bar had a special place in everyone's hearts for its long history with the Queen of Mewni. No one dreamt of replacing the wood-paneled walls, the old sound equipment, and the grimy, tiled dancefloor.
"Over here, guys!"
Movement caught the corner of Orion's eyes, and he spied the members of the Prince Squad seated at a table near the bar. Aside from Andromeda, Jupiter, Persephone, and their cousin, Princess Forrest Johansen, the rest of the young royals were male. None of their parents knew how it happened. Prince Aster was born right after the war to Queen Penelope Spiderbite and her Monster king, Sir Slime, and his brother, Percy, arrived three years later but with three years' more sense. Prince Shellheart and Forrest were born a year after Aster in the same month. The twelve-year-olds had been inseparable ever since. Prince Sebastion Pony Head rounded out the Prince Squad as the youngest. He bore the distinct misfortune of being a bastard-the result of a scandalous affair between Queen Pony Head and her knight, Sir Seahorse, and because of such shame, he tended to keep out of the spotlight and inside of books.
"Hey, Orion," Darrion, the only non-royal member, greeted him. At fifteen, he towered over the royals like a birch tree. "I ordered your favorite ale." He handed the prince a pint.
"Thanks, Darrion," Orion said after taking a sip. It was spicy and frothy and warm in his belly. "What's going on?"
"The usual. It's lame without you and Dante here," Darrion said. "We've been stuck listening to Aster's 'dating' advice."
"Oh please…he's still a kid."
"I can hear you!" Aster shouted.
Good, Orion narrowed his eyes. He missed the old Aster—they all did. The Aster before he discovered girls and started dating the ones at St. Olga's New School for Awesome Princesses.
Darrion took a sip of his drink, "Anyways, do you like the ponytail? I'm trying for a new look."
"Is it because you got tired of getting suds in your hair?" Orion snickered.
"Yeah," he sighed, tucking a lock of his black hair behind his ear. "Plus, Mom said having long hair is a disadvantage in battle. I need to see my enemy."
"But can you see me!" Jupiter pounced on the squire.
"Of course, I can, Jupiter," he smiled. "Nice of you to join the Prince Squad."
"I'm a big kid now," she bragged. "It's about time I'm allowed to hang out with everyone."
"Speaking of everyone, where's Dante?"
Probably sucking face with my sister, Orion noticed his best friend and sister were conveniently missing, and he tried to not let it bother him. Instead, he joined the others at the table and ordered juice for Jupiter. They half-listened to Aster prattle on and on about his new girlfriend with eyes glazed over. Sebastion continued to read his book, and Percy rolled his hazel eyes at every word of his brother's stories. It was amazing to think the two were related, sometimes. Though they had the same eyes and complexion, only the younger Spiderbite inherited his father's aloe-green hair and kind heart.
"Can we talk about something else?" Shellheart finally chimed in.
"Yeah," said Forrest. "I vote for a new topic."
"Me too," Orion nodded.
Sebastion looked over the rim of his glasses, signaling his agreement.
"Same, and no offense, Aster, but I don't need dating advice," Darrion said. "I've had way more girlfriends than you. So has Orion."
We're not going to talk about last Silver Bell Ball, Orion took a hasty sip of his drink.
"Fine," Aster spat. "We can go back to talking about boring stuff." He glared at Shellheart, but the other prince didn't care. He was bigger than him, and even Aster knew to never pick a fight with a Kelpbottom.
Before the Prince Squad could start another conversation, Dante and Andromeda finally showed up. Where have you guys been? Orion was about to make a comment when his nostrils twitched—quivered, in fact, as if in fear. Something had changed with his sister. He knew her scent as he knew the scents of everyone close to him. It came with having the nose of a bloodhound. But there was something about Andromeda's scent that made him feel antsy and not in a good way. It was almost as if she was trying to drive him away. What is going on here? Orion noticed the princes reacting around him. Their eyes sparkled with new interest, and only Percy, Forrest, and Sebastion were immune. Orion shook his head, convinced he was only imagining things, and when he opened his eyes again, everything was normal. What just happened? Questions gnawed at his mind, but there were no answers.
"I see Andromeda has finally decided to join the Prince Squad," Shellheart smiled. "It's nice to see you outside of royal events."
"Thank you, Prince Shellheart," Andromeda nodded.
"No need to be formal," he insisted. "We're just a gathering of friends."
"What are you talking about? This is the Princess of Mewni! The Heir to Mewni!" Aster promptly rose out of his seat and clumsily dropped to one knee, taking Andromeda's hand. He spoke in a lower voice to sound older, "It is always an honor to have Her Royal Highness grace our presence." He kissed her hand, and Dante bared his fangs.
Percy groaned, "Get up, you idiot! You can't be kissing other girls' hands when you've got a girlfriend."
"There's no need to make a fuss, guys," Andromeda said while wiping her hand. "I'm just boring ol' me."
"But you're the Crown Princess," Aster continued to rave. "You're gonna rule all over everything one day! By the way, if you ever need a future king…"
"No!" Dante and Andromeda cut him off.
"Sheesh! Just sayin'," he muttered. "But you should join the Prince Squad, Andie. Then we'll have all of Mewni's heirs in one place. Then we can call ourselves the Crown Prince Squad—well, except for Darrion, Percy, and Orion."
"Hey!" Orion objected. "I'm technically a joint-heir to the throne. I have a wand too!"
"But the Butterflys have a matriarchy, and there's only one throne," Aster taunted. "You both can't sit in it."
"Man, Aster, you're really being mean today," Shellheart said.
"We don't have space for that here," Forrest added.
"Well, it's true," he argued. "Orion's not gonna get anything. He's just a second-born! He means nothing in the grand scheme of Mewni."
The others argued on his behalf, but Orion dropped his gaze to the floor, ignoring even Andromeda's calls to him through the bond. The wand chose him at the ceremony a few days ago. That couldn't have been a mistake, right? It had to mean something.
Suddenly, a group of teenage guys flocked to the table, and one of them winked at her. "Can I have your autograph, Your Highness?" He would have sat beside her if Dante's hellish glare didn't dissuade him.
"Yeah," said another. "You're the coolest!"
Andromeda scared them both off with a pointed scowl, but they returned with more boys interested in meeting her. Soon, a small crowd had intruded the Prince Squad, and they sang praises to their princess. Their closeness elicited nervousness and fear in Andromeda, but there was something else too lurking under the surface. Excitement...and with it, the scent returned. I'm getting some air, Orion held his breath. The oppressiveness of it drove him away quickly. He heard Darrion and Andromeda call for him, but he had to get away. Just had to. He had no idea what went wrong tonight, but everything fell apart. And Andromeda was to blame. They were twins—wombmates—why was she sabotaging him? Was she even aware of what was happening? The rift widened, and Orion stared into the darkness on the other side of the edge.
Suddenly, he felt something tug his shorts and looked down to see Jupiter huddling next to him. "You don't seem very happy, Rye," she said simply.
"I'm not," he sighed, letting go of his frustration. "I just wanted to have a good time tonight, and the universe is conspiring against me."
"You know what'll make you feel better? Let's dance!"
Princes didn't go to clubs just to dance with their little sisters, but what other choice did he have? He could either let his funk affect him and ruin the rest of the night or learn to have fun in spite of it. "Alright, let's dance," he agreed.
"Yay!" She yanked Orion onto the dancefloor, and they wadded through the crowded bodies to find a spot towards the middle. He knew to steer Jupiter away from the edges where couples went to make out and act creepy. Why couldn't they sneak off somewhere else? Why am I so annoyed by everything? He exhaled to clear his head. Maybe he should ask Aunt Jackie for a day off tomorrow to regroup.
"C'mon, Rye," Jupiter took his hands. "Stop standing like a stone!"
They danced together to the fast-paced techno music blaring in the background. He forgot the scent, the anger, and the disappointment he felt earlier and merged with the swaying masses of bodies around him. This was his element—the night and the dancefloor. He was the Dancing Prince, and that was all that mattered besides his sister's joy and the red lights flashing around them.
"Dance, brother, dance!" Jupiter's squeal only emboldened him, and Orion tossed back his head in a hearty laugh. No one can steal the night from me! He threw up his arms and spun right into a woman.
"Sorry, ma'am," he mumbled softly in embarrassment.
"Orion?"
He stared down into a pair of sky-blue eyes and gasped, "Mom?! Is that you?" For a second, he hardly recognized his own mother in her tight shorts and loose pink shirt. She looked so young and free—nothing like the ruler of an entire dimension or the mother to three kids.
"What are you doing here?" Star asked out of shock. "Where are your sisters?"
"Here I am, Mommy!" Jupiter waved. "Andie's over there." She pointed to the crowd of boys trying to follow Andromeda around the dancefloor. Dante kept them at bay. The rest of the Prince Squad was still at the table.
Star opened her mouth to say something, but a pair of hands grabbed her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise.
"Hey, sexy," a deep voice growled, "Where'd you run off to?"
"Dad?!" This time, Orion's mouth dropped open. Surely, the man leering over his mother and kissing her neck like a wild animal couldn't be his dorky, rule-bound father.
"Marco! Not in front of the kids!" Star hissed into his ear.
Marco immediately saw Jupiter and Orion staring at him, and he let go. "I'm so sorry you saw that," he backed away and threw his hood over his head. His muscles bulged through his hoodie's torn sleeves. I'm going to forget that happened, Orion noted.
"Anyways, what are you doing here?" Marco eyed his son. "You're supposed to be watching Jupiter."
"I am watching her," Orion said. "Just not at home."
His father sighed and glanced at Star.
"Technically, he is following our instructions," she answered whatever he said through their bond. "Just tell us next time if you plan to go out."
"Sorry, Mom," Orion said. "I shoulda told you."
"We all live and learn, Rye. I did way worse when I was your age." she laughed, but suddenly grew quiet. She studied him. "Is something wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"You seem…off, and so does Andie," her voice trailed as her nostrils flared. She urgently turned to Marco, and they nodded after a silent exchange. "Hey, Jupiter, why don't you hang out with Daddy? I need to talk to your brother."
"Oooh, Rye's in trouble," Jupiter gloated.
"Nope," said Marco as he lifted her in his arms. "Just queen and prince business."
Father and daughter left to sit down, and Star quickly opened a portal. "We're going somewhere better to talk," she motioned for him to follow her.
They emerged in the throne room, and immediately, Orion was a kid again, dwarfed by the grandness of the tapestries, stained-glass windows, and bluestone thrones on the far wall. He remembered the late-night adventures he shared with Star when neither of them could sleep. Together, they would sneak into the throne room where he'd run and scream until the empty room was filled with his battle cries and his mother's laughter. She told him stories when sleep started to catch up with him. Using the pictures on the tapestries and in the stained-glass, she taught him Mewni's history. About the Spirits around them, and about the ancient Monsters who lived in large kingdoms long ago. About the Mewman settlers and how they destroyed the Monsters in endless wars waged because of prejudice. And about how the Mewmans, Monsters, and all the kingdoms united to save the world from Globgor.
But his favorite stories were about the Blood Moon and the Dances. Three of them were enshrined in the stained-glass: The First, Sixth, and Seventh—the one about his parents. Tonight, when Orion peered through the miniature Blood Moon in the mural, he felt the red light pull on his soul, heavy with the weight of prophecy. He knew one was coming, and it quickened something within him and Andromeda.
"Hey, Rye, come here," Star called to him from her throne, but when he turned to his on the far end of the platform, she shook her head. "No, up here with me," she patted a place next to her.
Really? He eyed her. It had been ages since he sat on the Queen's Throne.
"Yes, really," she smiled, and the bond activated between them as it only did during close moments like this.
He sat beside her and imagined all of Mewni at their feet gazing up at them, both figuratively and literally through the map of the kingdoms engraved in the tile. King Orion the Great, the people would call him. Wielder of Magic, Protector of Mewni, Hero of the Kingdom. Or would they only look upon Andromeda? This was her throne. Her birthright. He was just a visitor.
"That's not true, Orion," Star told him.
"Then what is?" he asked aloud and threw up his hands. "Ugh, I'm having a bad night."
"What happened, Rye?"
What didn't happen? He sighed before saying, "All my plans for tonight have fallen apart. Dante's acting weird. The princes are acting weird. Aster made fun of me and said I'll never amount to anything!"
Star nodded and stared down at her feet while gathering her thoughts. They were cloudy and tinged with feelings of guilt. "Mom, it's not your fault," he sensed her doubt.
"I feel like it is," she said. "Like I didn't prepare either of you well enough before the Wand Ceremony."
"Yes, you did. You taught me everything you knew about warnicorn-taming and magic."
"I mean about being a royal," she met his gaze. "Remember my Song Day song? 'She's gonna earn her crown?' There's truth to that, especially for you. The kingdom has progressed, but it's still holding onto some of the old ways. Yes, the crown is supposed to be for Andromeda, but that doesn't mean you won't have any part of it. You'll have to prove to Mewni that it's yours too. I can help you, but the battle is one you need to win. Your Dad had to do the same y' know."
Orion knew the stories of his father dealing with King Lucitor and the Butterflys, and he shuddered to think what he had to face to claim his place. But I'm Star and Marco's son; I can do anything! Courage flourished in his veins. He'd show stupid Aster!
"That's the spirit, Rye," Star leaned forward to kiss his head. "You have proud warrior blood in you from both of us."
"Thanks, Mom."
"I mean it too. You were born with a war cry on your lips, and I remember the first time I brought you here at a few weeks old. I've always seen the greatness in you and your sisters."
"Speaking of sisters," Orion spoke aloud. "About Andromeda…I've noticed something about her."
"I have too," Star became more serious, and the room suddenly grew cold. "Keep this between us, but I think she's going through Mewberty soon."
Orion's eyes grew wide. So that's why Dante and the princes were acting weird, he realized.
"Her pheromones are attracting the attention of other males her age," Star went on. "Of course, when she turns, they won't wanna follow her around... But once the ordeal is over, she'll get her wings and start blossoming into a young queen."
He had the feeling his mother was glossing over a few things, but Orion grew envious. He wanted wings and royal superpowers too! "Will I go through Mewberty?" he asked.
"No, and you don't want to—trust me. Boys don't go through Mewberty. Not even Jushtin did."
"Oh."
"And you don't need queen powers or wings to be a good leader," Star smiled. "Just a kind heart and bravery are all that's needed, and I say you have plenty of both."
"Mom…that's so mushy."
"It's a mother's job," she wrapped an arm around him.
They sat together in silence until sleep finally sent them to bed. Many questions still plagued Orion's mind, but as the sky started to lighten in the east, the prince of the night closed his eyes and let darkness take him.
Review Roundup
Starco4everr- Thanks!
robertkellett- Thanks! First, I love worldbuilding, and I wish more fanfic authors allowed their stories to do that. Sure, I'm using locations we know from both the show's canon and Sign's canon, but it's great to see what's going on around Mewni. A lot has changed, and we will see that as time goes on. Same goes for what's been happening with Star and Marco's reign. Peace comes at a price. The new rulers (Star and Marco, and Janna and Tom) are far different than their predecessors. *If* the show had gone this direction (and sadly, it didn't), I see Star being an approachable, hands-on leader. Not in a micromanaging way like Moon, but in a way that allows her to be herself and do a good job leading her people. And yes, there's a false peace building in the story, both in regards to the plot and the relationships between the characters. Things will start going down soon. As for the end scene, it's always nice to have some adorkable Starco.
Aldal- Lol, when isn't Star thirsty for her man? The doggo romance is thematically important fyi...As for Glossaryck, he always tells the truth but bever directly, so Star should be careful. As time goes on, you'll get to see where a lot of characters end up, and I liked the idea of Chloe being a blacksmith. It just kinda fit her. Star is the best mom, and anyone who thinks otherwise is wrong lol. I don't get AUs that paint her as a bad parent. She would be amazing at it! And you're right, she needs to talk to her son one day. So we know something is coming...but what is it?
Lshdd- You know Star and Marco will be dorks forever. Also, Royal Secrets is off hiatus, in case you didn't know lol.
Alfonso Sparda- A new prophecy is born along with hopes for another Starco kid. We'll have to see what happens...
saturn- Your words mean a lot! I love writing this series, and I'm grateful to anyone who reads it. You'll have much more to giggle about.