This is a continuation of the first chapter that happens a while after it. It's all about Marco's first ball and how it affect him and stuff.

I do not own SVTFOE.

Really, Marco didn't and couldn't comprehend exactly why status mattered. He was raised on earth, and never really cared. They were still people, weren't they?

However, he's being reminded of the fact that status is extremely realized here on Mewni as every dignitary is currently engaging in conversation. Oh no, he wasn't joining them. As if I ever could, Marco scoffed inwardly. He could just imagine the looks of forced politeness and grace, only because the Royal family treated him as a guest.

Oh, no. He might as well be called Marco-of-the-ever-fancy-punch-bowl, as long of a name it is since that's where he stationed himself at for the entirety of the evening.

Then again, he himself could be called a hypocrite. His brain and thoughts were currently telling him so, he normally did consider status important.

He groaned, sipping the last of his beverage and placing it with one of the nearest butlers - Jeaves, he recalled the man's name, and went back to his station with a scowl.

"Shut up, brain!" Marco spat under his breath. Surely if someone were to catch him, he'd be more looked down upon.

But it's true. Or do I have to bring up Sta-

He immediately shut down the thought from his head. But his brain was right after all. It's just...different with Star. He couldn't explain it, it just was. Well, he could, but then he'd just end up feeling sorry for himself.

Speaking of the princess, he hadn't really seen her. Sure he'd danced with her, and it had involved her dragging him there, and while he was taught by his own assigned teachers how to perform the dances of Mewni - he stumbled many times, aware of the eyes on him and the slight laughter his dancing got. Yet still, she smiled at him and that made something flip in his stomach - it was weird, but startlingly nice.

But then she had to dance with other princes and well, quite frankly, Marco definitely didn't want to witness any of it.

Marco glanced all around to find sight of his princess, and after a while, his eyes landed on her hair in a detailed bun talking with her mother. He thought for a minute, should he steal her for a moment? His brain lit up at the thought - He really just wants to surround himself with someone who didn't make him all self conscious (not all the time anyway) and since she seemed finished dancing with handsome noble princes, now was a good time as any.

However, since his eyes were trained on her figure in the crowd, someone was in his way of his slight fast paced walking and he collided with them, nearly falling.

He quickly apologizes, and quickly adjusts his suit that rided up during the collision. Marco sputters a Sorry and attempts a sort of bow to some prince who merely blinked.

"...right." The redhead dusted off the arms of his suit, raising an eyebrow towards the half- latino. "And you are..."

"Oh." Marco held back a sigh. This happened way too often than he'd like to admit and really, he just wanted to have some punch with his princess and this guy - he brought his eyes to meet the prince's green eyes, was not shutting up. "Sir Marco."

"Nice to meet you Sir Marco." He gave a grin that he could tell was forced and a bit sleazy. "And from what kingdom do you hail?"

He could use the old from-the-earth-kingdom excuse that he used in the early days while he was on Mewni but it would always lead to the whole But earth doesn't have a monarchy, does it? and then he would have to explain the whole situation and at the end, he just wanted to crawl under his bedsheets and have a good long sleep.

"Oh, I'm...I'm currently resigning with the royal family. It's just my title." The taught response he was given to say to anyone that asked.

"Oh, of course. I almost thought you were a prince."

This was more normal than he'd like to admit but he bit back what came to his mind. The redhead glanced towards the direction Marco wanted to go to and sighed. "Ah Princess Butterfly."

Marco glanced towards him and he clenched his fists at the almost wistful look on his face. "What about her?"

"My parents have talked about joining our lands by courting her. I wasn't that interested but now I understand. Her beauty is remarkable."

Marco growled, he's heard of these exact words before. By other slimy princes from other planets and kingdoms, most notably when they came to the castle. "Well, you're not the only prince."

"Oh trust me, I know." He had the audacity to laugh. "But I am a favourite among her parents, especially her mother."

Of course, Marco rolled his eyes. If there was anything he knew that held up with the queen, it was all about being proper. Then again, he knew what kind of mother she was, and it would take a lot more than manners and grace for someone to be put into the consideration pile. Besides, it was all up to Star.

"And I was a favourite of the princess herself." Flashes of Star dancing with him, laughing at whatever he said popped into his brain and he started to feel sick. And an overwhelming urge to deck him in the face.

"Right." He had enough. "Pleasure to be speaking with you."

(Of course it wasn't, but he was taught to be polite, even when the person that your speaking with is an absolute dickwad.)

"Same as well, Sir...Marco."

He marched off as soon as he heard the reply, speed-walking towards the outdoor balcony. The thought of spending time with Star was gone, replaced by new thoughts. None of them helping.

He's probably right.

He is a royal, with grace and etiquette to boot. You would never be fit to marry her.

She seemed so happy...

She would probably be better off.

He need to cool himself off, the fresh air would probably help.

After a while of trying to think of something else under the night sky, he ran his hand through his previously combed-back hair - he couldn't do this. All these balls and diners were making him suffocated and self-loathing and he just couldn't do this and -

"Marco?"

He registered the voice between all the raging thoughts in his head. Turning his body, Star's questioning gaze caught his eye and he glanced her over - she looked beautiful, especially with the ambiance of the night. And she had two glasses of champagne in her two hands.

She looked him over as well, he was sporting the very same look she had seen times before and she softened her gaze.

"Garden?"

He slowly gave a small smile.

They were alone under the night sky, the crescent moon shining down upon the pond that was just near their forms on a bench. Marco glanced to Star out of the corner of his eye to find out she was staring at him, and he quickly became uncomfortable.

"So." Her voice had a mother like tone to it. Not the are-you-okay-mi hijo tone but the are-you-going-to-say-what's-wrong-or-am-I-going-to tone, causing him to wince. "What's wrong?"

He really didn't want to ruin the rest of her night with his pity party, so he attempted a grin. "Nothing princesa, I just needed a breather an -"

"Marco." She took on a tone that was just like his own mother's, and he sighed. "Are you really not going to tell me?"

At his empty silence she sighs, reaching a calming hand onto his own and tilts her head to look at him.

"Is this because of the whole not-fitting-in thing?" She tries. "Because you think you did terribly?"

He shrugs, but she knows she on the right track though there's more to go.

"Is it because I made you dance? I'm really sorry. If had known you hated dancing so much, I would've -"

"It's fine." He doesn't where to look and he knows if he takes one look at her, he's done for, so he still doesn't look up.

"It's just...you could totally dance back on earth so I thought -"

"It's not the dancing, Star."

"Then what?" She finally caught a glimpse of his eyes, and her voice got soft. "Is it because I danced with all the princes?"

His fingers twitched and she knew she had gotten the meat of it.

"Marco.." She murmurs, grasping him into a hug. "I had to, it's one of the expected things at a ball." She gives a small smile, but slowly frowns when he doesn't return it. "You know I love you, ya' meat head."

"I do know.." His voice is soft. "But it's just...I know you don't care, because it's you. But some people do, and when you're not a royal, they look at you weird."

"...did they say anything to you?"

He gave a soft smile at that, he knew he just had to say the word and she'd handle it. "Nah. Just the typical prince who thought you were hot and took his parents offer on joining your lands together."

"It wasn't typical if it got to you, was it?"

His silence was answer enough.

She sighed and brought herself out of their embrace to look him dead-on, not blinking once. "I thought I told you to talk to me about these things. You're not being a bother, you never will be."

"There are lots of other guys from Mewni or any other dimension that you could have -"

"- and maybe I never wanted any of those guys? Maybe I wanted someone who never really tried to impress me?"

"But..I'm just..I'm just keeping you back -"

"Por el amor de Mewni," She immediately growled. "No. You. Are. Not. I know you'll always think this and all our differences but you helped me out earth, your soul is the one that's bonded to mine, you are a big part of my life and I love you."

She pointed a finger at his chest. "I love you and I don't want you to do this all on your own. I know it'll take a long while getting used to all of this and me but we can do it together. As composed as I can be now, you and I both know I'll never be a afternoon tea kind-of-princess," Marco cracked a grin and she returned it. " -but hey, that's who I am. And I'm doing well so far, aren't I?"

He smiled and she continued. "And you can get through with this. That is, if you want all this, or me -"

Marco quickly cut her off. "Even if I feel like I don't deserve you, I will always want you."

Star grinned. "Well, there ya' go."

He stared at her, grin on her face and moon illuminating half of it before sweeping her into him - planting a deep kiss on her lips which she happily reciprocated given by the telltale sigh from her throat and her practically smushing their forms closer together.

Afterwards, they stayed into each other's embrace for a while, and Marco blinked down at the blonde in his arms and gestured with his head. "Don't you have to go back there?"

She softly smiled. "Nah. I'd rather be here."

He smiled back at the response, shifting his gaze towards the pond close to them and not really paying attention yet smiling whenever Star's wings fluttered slightly across his arm. It might get really weird and uncomfortable, but hey, he had his princess by his side to help him through it, and that gave him peace in his mind for now.

*Princesa - Princess

*Por el amor de - For the love of

Tbh, I don't know how I feel about this one. Like, I like it but I didn't know how to end it so it's kinda rushed. But nevertheless, thank you sooo much if you read this and this may actually be more than two drabbles about Star and Marco's adapting to royal life (*gasp* title drop).

Reviews are appreciated.