He had never considered that hearing someone singing could be something pleasant. Since a long time ago he had disliked happy music and soft voices, deeming them weak and useless. Happy songs? Love songs? All useless and disgusting.

Fairy music in particular was something he despised above everything else. They always sang about spring and love and feelings. And their voices . Ugh. It send shivers down his spine. The only few chances he had listened to fairies singing it gave him a lasting headache.

But not Marianne's voice.

Because as she sang quietly in her seat on the Castle's roof, a room he had made to watch the stars and moon at night, and a room he had shared with her today, Marianne sang with a voice that didn't make him want to cut his ears off.

"What do you get for falling in love?" she murmured. "A guy with a pin to burst your bubble…"

The Goblin froze on the door, not sure if he should interrupt what seemed like a private moment.

"That's what you get for all your trouble. I'll…", the fairy sighed and looked down to her hands, which were mindlessly stroking her purple wings, "I'll never fall in love again."

Bog gulped and knocked on the door's frame (even if the door was just a piece of rabbit fur, they respected privacy in his castle).

"Oh, I didn't hear you come in," Marianne scooted to the side to make room for him. "You have a lovely place up here, Bog."

"Yeah," he sat besides her and looked to the sky. They still had time to spare, as today's session was interrupted with talk about this political meeting she wanted her father's council to have with him. "I have always liked to watch the moon at night."

"It's magical," she nodded and let go her wing with another sigh.

Bog was going to ask her about was troubling her mind, but the words died on his mouth when he turned to look at her, noticing that the purple paint in her eyes was smudged all around the place.

"You have… uh… paint-"

"Crap!" she immediately touched her face with her long fingers, glaring at the offending paint on them when she looked down at her digits. "I always forget it's there! You see, it's berries' juice. My pixies had the idea of painting my eyes with it."

"Why?" he couldn't help to ask, burning with curiosity.

"Well… I wanted a change. And get back some of my personality. Make-up and changing your face is really unusual in my customs, but I've always wanted to try it," she did a dramatic sigh, accompanied by an eyeroll. "And Roland didn't like it."

"So now you are doing what you want, huh, Tough Girl?" the King smirked in approval. Marianne laughed, amused by his new nickname for her.

"More or less," she hummed and turned back her eyes to the beautiful scenery, not realizing that she was singing again.

But Bog didn't bring that to her attention. Strange enough, he liked her singing.