Chapter 2! Yay!

Chapter 2- Marshall Lee's Point of View

Sometimes I just want to scream. Fiona…I love her. She's the hottest heroine I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen my fair share of them. She was as algebraic on the inside as on the outside; she was helping people wherever she went. My only obstacles: Cake and Bubba. Cake was overprotective when it came to this kind of stuff, and Bubba feels the same way about Fi as I do.

Which is why I went down with them to meet the Flame Prince; I completely sabotaged Bubba's chance to be alone with Fi, and I felt great. Sometimes evil isn't all that bad.

We reached the entrance hall to find almost everything gone. I mean everything flammable, which was all the candy rugs and furniture, were either moved out or pushed against the walls. The ceiling décor was strung so far above the ground you could barely see it. Fire blankets in little boxes were everywhere in case of an emergency, and only a select few candy people were standing in the hall; the rest were outside peering in from the windows.

"Whoa," I heard Fi whisper, in awe of the changes made to the room. We watched, still arm and arm, as Bubba practically bounced from person to person, having a quick word with them, then bounding to the next. He had just made his way back to us when the giant candy doors slowly opened, and loud music started playing.

Trumpets proclaiming tales of conquest and bravery, drums commanding the respect and obedience of a leader; flutes and violins singing songs of love and lost, the grief of war fresh in their tones. Flags with embroidered flames and symbols from the Fire Kingdom.

Behind the parade marched in the Flame Queen, a tall, muscular woman who stood twice my size, easy. Her deep red eyes were merciless and showed no compassion. Her fiery orange hair was pulled back out of her sculpted face and behind a beautiful metal crown covered in jewels. She wore a silky yellow dress that stretched to the ground, the sleeves reaching her wrists. Her chin was held high, as if on a mission.

Then came in the the Flame Prince, a boy about Fiona's height (actually, he was an inch taller). His eyes were orange and kind, and he was dressed in red robes with an orange gem belt at his waist. A dark red gem the shape of a diamond showed on his forehead, which was a soft yellow along with the rest of his face and body. He was more like a person than a living flame like his dad; only his (literally) fiery red hair was a flame. When he walked in he looked all around the room, then his eyes landed on Fiona. He stopped in his tracks, and continued to stare at her until Bubba cleared his throat, snapping the Prince back to reality.

"Welcome, Flame Queen and Flame Prince. We are honored to have you visit us on such short notice, and I am grateful that you, Flame Queen, will be doing business with me," Prince Gumball bowed, then turned to Flame Prince, "You can hang with Fiona and Marshall, if you want," he offered, gesturing to me and Fi.

"That would be great," Flame Prince replied, smiling at Fi. His voice was deeper than I expected, which set off an alarm in my head that he didn't have just some puppy love crush.

"Flame Queen, if I may show you to your quarters?" Peppermint Maid offered, and the Flame Queen nodded. They ambled out, leaving the hall in silence.

"Hey, Gumball, can I talk to you?" I asked him, shooting him a look that explained everything. He nodded, and we walked away, just out of earshot, leaving Fi and Flame Prince alone.

Instead of talking, we just watched them, and they didn't seem to notice or care. FP said something, which made Fi blush and smile.

Then he took a lock of her hair in his hands and studied it, which just made her blush even more. Flame Prince said something and she became sad, but replied. It took all I could not to go over there and cheer her up, but then she pointed to the gem on his forehead and said something. He smiled and nodded his head. Then she reached into her pack and pulled out her ruby sword, demonstrating some moves then saying something else, which sent them into laughter; the whole time Fi was practically beaming.

Bubba and I looked at each other, the same thoughts in our minds: any chance we'd had with the human was screwed.