Oh my glob! Oh my glob! Oh my GLOB! I was so nervous. Like, this close to puking, nervous. What the junk was I doing? Okay, so marrying Gumball was like, my dream forever ago, but now that it's actually happening? It was like… I don't even know!

Queen Fionna.

Queen Fionna of the Candy Kingdom.

Mrs. Fionna Gumball.

I was shaking and jittering as Sam worked and weaved through my mess of hair. I wanted to bite on my nails for comfort, but those were painted this weird light pink color, and the polish was disgusting. I tried to tap my foot, but it had been stuffed into this tiny little white shoe with a really long heel on it. Whoever Gumball hired to be in charge of my outfit was either out to get me or never bothered to factor in the fact that I'm an adventurer and not a princess.

"Fionna, please, calm down a little. You'll be fine, sweetheart. Like you said before, it's just a wedding," Sam cooed as she wrapped one long strand of hair around a growing ball on the back of my head.

"Yeah, a wedding that puts me in the queen's throne! What was I thinking! I'm no queen! I'm a monster slayer!"

"You are Aaa's hero, and you are madly in love with the prince. Even the candy people are excited to see you as queen. They all adore you." She gently twisted another strand of my hair that hung near my face, trying her hardest to calm me down.

I took four deep breaths to calm the jittering before starting again. "It's just a lot of responsibility, Sam. I mean a lot. Kicking Marshall's butt into shape or nagging Cake to get out of bed is the extent of my governing abilities. I can't handle a whole nation!"

"You won't have to. Gumball has done a marvelous job of keeping this kingdom safe and happy for many years. That won't change just because you're here. It never has. He'll ask for your opinions, I'm sure, but being a king is in his nature. You have nothing to worry about. I promise." Sam leaned over me to reach for something sitting on the counter behind me, then began carefully pinning small doodads into my hair. I threw such a huge fit about getting the dress on last, so at least I could sit here in my good ol' fashioned skirt and shirt. That dress was beautiful. I couldn't deny that. But it was so constricting! How do princesses manage to breathe on a day to day basis?

I entertained thoughts of using my queenly powers to ban all corset dresses in the kingdom, just so women could have a little more freedom, when Sam interrupted my musings. "I think you're all done, sweetheart. Here. Take a look." She turned my swivel chair around, bringing me face to face with my reflection.

I was… I was GORGEOUS! Marshall and Gumball tell me that all the time, but wow! My hair was pulled back and out of my face into a neatly wrapped bun in the back, leaving two long, curled strands to trail down along my face and lightly touch on my chest. There were tiny little diamonds glittering in my hair, making it all look like some mystical beach or something. And my face! I don't know how Cake did it, but she used that make up to make my eyes look like little pools from the ocean. My lips were painted a soft pink, a color almost matching my cheeks. I looked, well, like a queen.

"What do you think?" Sam asked, leaning over me to smile at me in the mirror.

"I… I don't know what to say… other than your genius extends far past just science. No wonder princesses get all done up all the time. This is… this is incredible!"

Sam giggled at my surprise, feeling satisfied in her work. Over the last few months, I've come to know her as quite a perfectionist. She never did anything half way. I didn't like to think about it, but that's probably how she became so attached to the tiara.

"I'm glad you like it, Fionna. Hopefully now you have the confidence to walk out there and say 'I do'."

I stood up and twirled around, ready to give her a giant bear hug, but tripping on my stupid shoes instead. She laughed openly at my mistake, but helped me to my feet, anyway. "Thanks, Sam," I said, finally leaning in for a careful hug. She hugged me back tightly.

"Go get 'em, tiger," she said, pulling away from me and winking.

I smiled happily at her, my heart feeling so much lighter since I'd talked to Sam. I tripped and wobbled and slid my way to the room where they were preparing my dress. Cake was already in there, barking out orders to the servants, determined to have me look perfect for my twilight wedding.

When I stumbled in, cursing under my breath, everyone stopped dead in their tracks to look at me. I glanced around the room for a moment, wondering where all the bustle went to. Cake broke the silence for me. "Oh my glob! Fionna, honey, you look amazing!" Everyone mumbled and nodded in agreement, and my face flushed volcano hot with the compliment.

"Thanks, Cake… heh heh…" I blushed and went to play with my hair, stopping myself short before ruining it.

"Oh stop it, Fionna. You've been gorgeous from day one. Now get that pretty butt over here so we can get this dress on you!" Cake demanded, her order suddenly getting everyone moving again, including myself. I stumbled and wobbled my way over to the dress, Cake shaking her head at my clumsiness the whole way.

I didn't even have time to mentally prepare myself. Three servants pulled my skirt, t-shirt, and bra off in one quick motion, then slipped the dress over my head quickly and with precision, two of them falling to the back to tighten and lace up my corset top. With each tug I could feel my life slowly slipping away again.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of torture, the servants tied a bow out of the laces on the bottom of the corset top, signifying their final stage of crushing my ribs. A few other people came around and fluffed out the dress or readjusted my boobs or fixed that ruffle, all at the command of Dress General Cake. I gave up trying to escape and just stood there as everyone plucked and pulled at me. I knew everything was done when Cake stepped in front of me and looked me up and down with a smile on.

"Girl, you are going to blow the kingdom away. Go on, have a look at yourself."

With her permission, I did the best turn I could with the limited space I had. The moment my eyes met the mirror, I suddenly understood why people put so much into this whole thing. I didn't just look like a princess now, I looked like an angel. The dress was a long, slim, form-fitting white gown with a ruffle in the back and a train that went on forever. The corset around my torso was intricately decorated with all kinds of pink diamonds, with lace and delicate fabric holding it all together. The gown around my hips and legs was silky and glittery, like it could glisten in either the sunlight or moonlight.

Cake stretched up behind me and hung the blue pendant that Gumball had given me almost two years ago around my neck. With that little piece, I looked complete.

I may not have been queen material, but my glob, I could look the part.

"Everyone's ready, sweetie. They're all waiting for you. It's time to go," Cake nudged, trying to get me to take my eyes off the mirror.

I gulped and nodded, turning away from the mirror and stepping off the pedestal carefully. I was a class A clutz, but I was not going to mess this up. Cake handed me my bouquet of beautiful pink and white flowers, dotted with shining pink pearls and diamonds. Gumball didn't spare anything on this wedding.

I began my descent through the palace slowly, Cake following behind me and keeping my dress in line as we walked. When we reached the door to the veranda, Cake gave the go-ahead, and two men in black suits opened the double doors.

A rush of sensations hit me at once. The glow of the setting sun glinted gently off my dress and the glitter on my bouquet. There were flower petals flowing gently in the breeze in front of me, all pink and white, and the scent of the garden on this warm summer evening pulled the scene together beautifully.

But then, there he was, just in front of me. Landing after landing was covered with seated guests, all turning anxiously to get a look at me, but none of that mattered. None of the looks mattered, none of the awe's mattered, not even the comments mattered. Gumball was standing there, at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a white suit with a pink button-shirt, smiling his gorgeous, excited smile, waiting for me.

It was better than my dreams.

I wanted to run to him, but as luck would have it, my beating heart and lack of breath could only let me take small baby steps. As I descended each stair, passed each landing, I felt the eyes follow me in awe and wonder. All of them were looking to me. Not one person was looking away. But still, I didn't care, I had to get to Gumball.

I finally passed the stairs and walked down the white carpet that led to where he was standing, under a beautifully and intricately designed terrace, covered in all kinds of exotic and rarely seen flowers and vines. Our eyes connected, and it was like fiery hot electricity between us. Again, my instincts told me to throw the bouquet and jump into his arms, but again my nerves kept me standing still in front of him, clutching the bouquet, smiling big and wide right at him.

Marshall poked his head out from behind Gumball, and for the first time I noticed him standing there, in his black vest and pants and red button-up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He smiled approvingly at me, giving me the feeling that everything was going to be okay. To just breathe.

"We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two souls, Prince B. Gumball of the Candy Kingdom, and Fionna the Human of Aaa. Before we begin, are there any objections to these two individuals getting married?" the officiate asked.

Silence. Good.

"Then I shall begin. Prince Gumball, it has been your responsibility to take the upmost care of the Candy Kingdom. Do you hereby swear to provide the same love and attention to Fionna, from this day forth?"

"I do." There wasn't a single ounce of doubt in his voice. His smile was so wide that you might have missed the sparkle in his eyes.

"And do you, Fionna the Human, hereby swear to protect and fight for Gumball with the same care and consideration you take with those in need?"

I was so nervous. My heart beat wildly in my chest and I could feel myself shaking. But it wasn't because I was afraid. Not even a little. It was because I wanted everyone to hear the strength and determination in my voice as I said those two little words.

"I do."

"Then I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, and king and queen of the Candy Kingdom. Fionna, you may kiss the groom!" I heard a roar of laughter at the change in normalities that the officiate added in, but I didn't care. I dropped my ridiculously expensive bouquet of flowers and pearls and diamonds onto the ground and leaped into his waiting arms, smashing my lips to his in what I'm sure was probably the sloppiest and most uncontrolled kiss in wedding history. But who was I kidding? I'd been waiting to kiss him since those doors swung open.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I broke our obnoxious but much awaited kiss to turn and see Marshall there. He was so handsome in his fancy get-up, and it took all my strength not to attack him, too, in my moment of happiness. But we had agreed just yesterday that this moment was for Gumball and I. So instead, I grabbed his hand, then turned to grab Gumball's as well, and together, we walked back up the aisle.

We were finally a happy, married trio.