Hey guys thanks for all the reads! Also yea KrissDomm Marco probably will kick Saturns butt;)
Present.
Princess Star Butterfly allowed herself to be bathed, scrubbed, and scented oils rubbed into her skin. She tolerated when the hairdresser did his best, taking pieces of hair and twisting them back, adding different jewels; jewels that would compliment her tiara. She permitted her maids to lace her into a tight blue corset, however she drew the line at makeup. She excused them all.
"Please. I'll call you back when it's time to put my gown on. For now you are dismissed." After they curtsied and left she let the facade drop. She needed a break.
It was time for the ball. Her ball. Star's stomach turned at the idea of being presented to multiple princes, lords, and diplomats in the hope that one would want her as a bride.
Tears threatened to spill over but she she blinked them away. Tonight she had to look her best. For as long as the party went on anyway. Afterwards she would retreat to her room. Or so everyone thought. However Star had other ideas.
After years of planning tonight she was going to confront Ludo and rescue Glossaryk and her spell book.
This thought comforted her as she began her makeup. Concealer for the dark circles that permanently haunted her under eyes, a bit of shimmery eye shadow, simple liner, pale pink lips, and black mascara. She took the teeniest bit of blush and dusted her hearts to make them appear to glow.
Finished. With a sigh she knew she would have to call the maids back in to help out her in the custom dress that she was to wear tonight. She glanced at it where it sat on the dressmakers form still, at the end of her bed. She smiled, at least that was something had a say in.
"Your Highness?" A knock resounded, "we really should get you ready now."
"Come on in Calliope, and how many times do I have to tell you, it's Star." She smiled as her favorite maid, a curvaceous girl with fiery pink hair, came in. Calliope smiled back.
"I know Star but it's an important night. Now let's get you ready so we can show those stuffy royal boys what they'll always be missing."
Star laughed.
"Of course Calliope."
But he smile faded slightly as she thought of one boy that she did want to see her like this. She sighed. It would never happen.
"Tom are you sure this is going to work?"
"Have I ever lied to you."
"well-"
"Don't answer that. Listen, no one knows who you are. She won't see you right away. If you just say you're a diplomat from Earth no one will know. You know are you sure you don't have royalty in your family? Cuz a prince from Earth sounds much more impressive and mysterious."
"I don't want impressive, I'm trying to stay low key. Remember? Fly under the radar for a moment."
"Fine, fine." Tom holds his hands up.
"Beside you told me the diplomats aren't as important."
"This is true, the Mewmans are all about status. And for Star's bethrothed they'll want to focus on the princes and lords."
Marco shot Tom a miffed look.
"I still I can't believe this ball, her birthday party, is just an excuse to parade her around." He muttered.
"Yea well that's how royalty does things buddy. Now go get dressed." Tom shoved Marco into a room, "We leave in a couple hours. Now excuse me, I have to make sure Janna's actually getting ready." Tom strolled down the hallway.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON"T KNOW WHAT YOU"RE WEARING?! JANNA! WE"RE LEAVING IN TWO HOURS!"
Eerie quiet.
"Yes dear."
Marco bit his lip to keep from laughing. A moment later he had his own outburst.
"TOM! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!"
Star gave a minuscule sigh and shifted the best she could in her throne without being noticed, as another name was read from the list of royalty.
"King and Queen Moth of the Insecta Dimension and their son:
Prince Fel Moth of the Insecta Dimension." Star barely registered the Moth family as they bowed and curtsied. She nodded and they made their way to the party.
Another name was read. And then one that caught her interest.
"Prince Tom of the Underworld." Star glanced at Tom and noticed he was escorting someone.
She seemed familiar, with long dark hair hanging in curls. Her pink dress hugged her curves and then flared out at her knees, ombreing into red. She gave a perfect curtsy as Tom bowed, perfectly in synch with each other.
Star gave the customary nod, watching as they also made their way to the party.
Her mother discreetly nudged her.
"Quit fidgeting dear."
Star sat up straighter as the last few names were.
After the last name (The Lord of the Ice Kingdom) the announcer clears his throat.
"And now presenting the diplomats. We have diplomats from-"
Star began to tune him out until-
"One diplomat from the Planet Earth."
Her heart raced. She scanned the faces, hoping.
No.
She leaned back in her throne, relieved when the announcer was done.
The 7 course meal began. Afterward she would be reintroduced to each and every lord,prince, and diplomat. Personally. Then there was dancing.
She internally groaned as her bowl of corn soup was placed in front of her.
This night would never end.
Marco began to panic. Tom said the diplomats names wouldn't be mentioned! He then realized that they were only mentioning where they were from. He relaxed slightly, his eyes seeking out Star from behind the wall of people. He was tall but quite a few towered over him.
Even from his position in the dining hall he couldn't see her.
He sighed internally as he made it through the very unusual courses.
Then they announced the dancing.
"And now the Princess will choose a partner for her first dance."
He swore his heart stopped as she delicately stepped into the circle, scanning the crowd for a dance partner.
She was even more beautiful then when he had seen her.
He immediately noticed the change in hair length as several tendrils hung to her collarbone while rest were pulled back with tiny blue and white gems.
Her hair was still golden, and her eyes shone a bright blue. The hearts on her cheeks glowed softly.
He couldn't help but momentarily gaze at the way her dress hugged her body before flaring out into a ball gown. With envy, he watched as she picked Prince Zen from the Garden Dimension and began the waltz. Marco watched as they danced. When it ended she curtsied and he bowed before Star made her way back to the throne. With that the other couples began to dance. He slowly slunk against the wall, waiting.
Star stood near her throne, gazing over the room.
The dance had been pleasant enough, Prince Zen was quite nice actually.
She sighed again and surveyed the rest of the guests. She'd have to dance again sooner or later.
"Excuse me, Your Highness?" She turned to see Tom clad in his red suit, the familiar girl next to him.
"Prince Tom." She said, being formal as well.
"I'd like to introduce you to my fiancee, but I think you may already know her." Star gave him a questioning look.
"Your Majesty." The girl curtsied gain. Her voice...that raspy voice
It wasn't until she looked at Star and gave her a smile and a wink that Star gasped.
"Oh my stars. Janna?!" She shrieked, not caring about drawing attention. Janna gave her a wicked grin.
Stifling a sob Star flung herself at her old best friend.
"I've missed you so much." She whispered, fighting back tears. Janna gently squeezed her.
"I missed you too. We've all missed you." She said, choking back her own tears. Star drew back, a watery smile on her face.
"I'm sorry." She didn't need to specify what for. Janna hugged her again.
"I know." They stayed like that for several seconds until Star pulled away again.
"I want to talk. About so much," her voice broke and she took a deep breath, "but I have to go do the Mewman waltz with about 3 dozen people. We'll talk later?"
"Of course." Janna gave Star's hand a squeeze as she made her way into the crowd, her dark and pale blue skirts swaying. Confidently she smiled as the Lord of the Ice Kingdom held out his pale blue hand.
"May I have this dance Your Majesty?." He asked, his grey eyes dancing.
"I'd be delighted Lord Snow." She took his hand and they began a dance.
Marco knew he'd have to pick the perfect moment.
Idly he surveyed the room, staying hidden behind a column.
He watched Star's reunion with Janna, smiling to himself as he watched them hug.
Is smile turned to a slight frown as he watched her make her way through the crowd.
She tossed smiles as she went, unaware of how beautiful she was. He scowled as he noticed all the male gazes she was attracting. He took notice of a particular guard with orange and white streaked pale yellow hair, who seemed a little too intent on watching Star.
Marco softly growled to himself. It was time to get himself out of this corner. He watched as Star began a dance with the Lord of the Ice Kingdom.
An idea struck him.
Slowly he slipped through the crowd, waiting until the two were bowing to each other, symbolizing the end of the dance.
Marco took a deep breath as he stepped forward and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Princess, may I have this dance?"
Star had just finished her elegant curtsy to the Ice Lord and had just straightened up when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder,
"Princes, may I have this dance?"
It felt like ice water flooded her veins. That voice. A little deeper now and rougher maybe. But she recognized it immediately.
Slowly she turned around and gazed upward into a set of soft brown eyes, ones that were filled a familiar warmth and a newfound sadness that she didn't recognize.
"Marco?" She whispered.
"Hi." He whispered back.
She inhaled sharply.
And turned and ran.
She bolted through the crowd, shoving people aside despite various protests.
"Star?!" Someone called. Janna? Star doesn't know. Blindly she fights her way out to the hallway.
"There goes the princess!"
Someone grabs her by the arm.
"Your Majesty?" Saturn had been stationed by the ballroom entrance.
"Saturn please, let me go!"
"Star?"
"Saturn, PLEASE!" She breaks free as she sees Marco approaching and she runs down the hall to a set of open doors that lead onto the balcony.
She slams the doors behind her, bracing herself against them. Leaning her head back she begins to sob.
Hope you enjoy! Sorry for the slower updates.