A/N: I've kind of decided that this is going to start being written more like an AU fic instead of canon continuation. I may also be incorporating some popular fan theory but I'm undecided on that. Anyway... For now, all chugs on at the normal speed. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as previous chapters and please don't freak out at what goes on in this chapter. This story writes itself, I just push the keys for it...

Marco had never been more thankful for a blanket in his entire life. After all, what could be more embarrassing than being walked in on while spending some quality time with the love of your life... By her mother. "Y- Yes, Ma'am!" He stammered.

Queen Moon sighed as she turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. In her eyes, the nature of Star's relationship with Marco was still slightly unacceptable. At least they could have the decency to wait until after marriage to indulge in such intimate affections.

Marco took a few deep breaths and located his clothes. Hopefully this attire was good enough for an audience with the king and queen. His mind was still racing from the jumble of events that had been his weekend. Only a now woken and groggy Star could pull him out of his dazed rush.

"Good morning, Marco." She yawned and started rubbing her eyes. "Last night was fantastic, though I wish we could've gone all the way..." There was no embarrassment visible on her face as she finished her statement.

"Heheh.. Yeah." He tried laughing it off but the effort couldn't hide his blushing. Good, so they hadn't gone all the way yet. Marco felt like it was something they needed to work up to, as much as he wanted to just go all out on their first night. "Anyway, your parents are waiting for us. We need to get ready."

With that mention, Star sat bolt upright in a panic. She knew exactly where this was headed. It was going to be a talk on the responsibilities of the royal family and how she and Marco were basically married now that they'd slept together. They'd make it official by bringing in a priest. "MARCO!" She screeched. "You can't go in that! Here!"

Before Marco knew what was happening, Star had pulled out her wand and cast a spell that turned his casual red hoodie and jeans into a shimmering royal purple suit with golden shoulder tassels. "Uh... Star, what's going on? Is it that important for me to have formal wear?" He quizzed, staring at the fine linens he was now wearing.

"Duh! This is a really important meeting about our future, Marco!" She was frantically casting spells for primping. "We need to look our best for the ceremony." Her spelling splurge ended with a beautiful display.

The boy stood, flabbergasted at the sight of a princess in an astonishingly complex white gown. Adorning the gown were golden flower blossoms and the same purple colored pleats leading down the front of the skirt. Unlike other fancy things Marco had seen her wearing, the skirt wasn't poofing out but instead flowed down to her ankles. "...Ceremony?" He shook off his ogling.

"Gah! I don't have time to explain." She exclaimed, grabbing Marco by the hand and dragging him once again through the castle.

As they tore through the halls, Marco tried to reason out what she could've meant by a ceremony. Surely she didn't mean a wedding but with all that happened it wouldn't be surprising. This wasn't how he'd envisioned it at all. This was too rushed. "Star!" He tried to grab her attention.

The royal bedchambers were in sight when Star finally slowed down and replied to Marco. "What?" She stopped and knocked at the door. "We don't really have a lot of time to talk."

"Is this going to turn into a wedding ceremony?" The nervousness was very potent in his voice.

Star looked away and twiddled her thumbs. "Maybe," She couldn't give a definite answer because she was only about ninety nine percent certain of the outcome, but Mewni law did say something about the queen only being able to have one partner and they had pretty much sealed the deal last night. "I mean we did get fairly intimate last night. They probably think we actually-"

The chamber doors swung open to reveal King River and Queen Moon sitting at a small table in the middle of the room. River looked confused at the young couple's attire and Moon just rested her head in her hand. "Star, Marco, why are you- Never mind, just come sit down." She gestured to two empty velour chairs.

"O- Okay." Star was incredibly nervous over what could happen next and Marco was just hoping he wasn't going to banished for sleeping with the princess. They both sat in the waiting chairs hesitantly.

A high tension silence passed between the generations of Butterfly family as Moon picked up a book titled "Responsibilities of the Butterfly Family" and began reading to herself. River cleared his throat and looked like he was about to speak but quickly closed his mouth when his wife set down the book.

"I'm sure Star is well aware of the connotations of the actions taken last night. However, Marco, I'm sure you are not totally aware of Mewni law." She began. "First of all, Star, as the successor to the throne can only take one man. This means that you, Marco, must marry Star. You've already spent the night intimately, have you not?" Moon seemed frustrated at the situation but understood that nothing could be done.

The answer was made clear enough by the expressions pasted on the younger generation. Star and Marco looked at each other. Star with a mixture of excitement and a little fear, and Marco with a look of terror. They knew that by kissing, they had agreed to marriage at some point. "We didn-"

Their reply was cut off by River. "Now calm down, you two. It's nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, I'm glad you chose Marco." He groveled in his kingly voice. "I think he has the potential to be a great king."

The queen face-palmed. "While I don't disagree, you should've waited until after being wed." She scolded. "It would have certainly clear up a lot of this headache."

"So, does this mean we're going to have a wedding ceremony today?" Star asked slowly.

"It's not going to be anything fancy but yes." King River answered. "Unfortunately, with Toffee still a threat we can't afford any major venues."

Marco's jaw dropped to the floor. He was getting married today... Things sure went from zero to one hundred in a hurry. "You mean, like, right now today?" All eyes were on him as he spoke.

"Yes, and no." It was the queen's turn to reply. "Tonight we will hold a closed ceremony with only a few guests. We've already sent for your parents, Marco. They have agreed and will be here this evening. We will send for you when everything is ready."

With that, the soon-to-be-wed were escorted back to Star's bedchambers. A familiar figure sat waiting for them by the door. It was Johan Keeper, who looked up at the pair now standing in front of the door.

"Yo. You took your dear sweet time." He stood and propped himself up with a solid oak staff. "Go get changed, it's time for your training."

...

The training Johan had put them through was exhausting and overwhelming. It had been a long day so far but it wasn't over. There was still a marriage to worry about. Star had been rushed off by the castle maids as soon as they made it back to her chambers, and Marco had been rushed off by a few butlers.

"Isn't this a little overkill? I can bathe myself." Marco grunted as the butlers scrubbed him down.

"That may be true but you're basically royalty now, and as such, it is our duty to take care of these things." The oldest looking of the butlers retorted.

As much as Marco didn't really like it, this was a change he was going to have to get used to. It was only an hour till the ceremony anyway, so it's not like he had much time to complain anyway. For all he knew the fitting of his suit would take almost that long. "Fine. How much longer until we're done here?"

"Right now. There's a warm towel waiting for you in the dressing room. After you've dried off we will begin fitting your suit." The eldest butler spoke again.

"Okay." Marco stepped out of the bath and walked into the dressing room. At least part of his bathing ritual was preserved. He could dry himself off without assistance.

As he grabbed the towel and wrapped himself up he couldn't help but feel like he was drying off with a luxurious bed. The thread count and overall softness of the towel was bliss on his skin after the long and rigorous training. After a while of basking he called for the butlers to help him dress.

Only the older butler came in. He was carrying a suit very similar to the one Star had given him earlier when they talked to her parents. It fit like a glove to Marco much to the butler's delight. Less work for him and more time to attend to other matters. "You look like a proper prince, Sir."

By the time all was said and done it was only fifteen minutes until Marco needed to be in the throne room for his wedding. He could feel the pressure of the event starting to creep up his spine as he made his way through the castle. "Welp. Here it goes." The large wooden doors swung open the moment he touched them.

A new group of butlers and maids ushered him up onto a podium and positioned him underneath a wedding arch. The butlers returned to the door and the maids scrambled off to the right side of the arch, forming perfect lines. The lights in the room faded slightly and all of the bustling and conversation between guests died down.

All eyes were focused on the door, waiting for the bride to walk in. The clock struck seven PM, the bell tolled, and right in the instant Star and her father walked into the room. A slow melody began playing as the father and daughter pair moved through the isle.

Marco had to stop himself from dropping his jaw. Star looked amazing. If the dress she had dawned earlier in the day was beautiful, this outfit was on a whole new level. A snow white dress, adorned with pearled embroidery. In place of her usual red devil horn headband was a white headband and veil.

Marco and Star locked eyes as she climbed the steps to the podium and she offered up an embarrassed smile. It was obvious to her that Marco was astounded by her absolute beauty. She stopped just to the right of Marco and turned to face him.

King River walked past them and pulled a small book from his left breast pocket. He cleared his throat. "Star, Marco. Take each other's hands."

Marco turned to Star and offer out his hands. She placed hers in his and the two smiled at each other.

"Right," River flipped open the book and began to read. "I hereby declare you, by the powers vested in me as the king of Mewni, Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz, sealed together for all eternity by the sacred oath of matrimony. Marco Butterfly, you may now kiss the bride."

Marco lifted the veil over Star's face and leaned in for a kiss. She met his lips with hers and the audience of 15 applauded. They walked back down the aisle hand in hand and exited the throne room. It was time for them to Star's- their bedchamber.

A/N: Yup, this chapter got weird. Wasn't expecting to actually get them married but I guess that's where things felt right to go. I apologize for the delay in pushing out this chapter and for any apparent lack of quality. My life has been pretty busy recently with a bunch of stupid obligations. I hope you enjoyed the strange adventures of blood lovers and co. so far and sincerely hope for your continued patronage. The next chapter is going to take a while as well, but it will be coming. :P If you want updates then you can get them by following my author blog, Xelthias on Tumblr.