At the meeting of Ooo Royalty:
A deeply tanned woman of about twenty-four with chocolate brown hair was seated at a long table, holding a mug of beer in one hand, telling the gathering of royals of her experiences in her six years of absence. The Werewolf Queen was known for being a defender of the innocent with an insatiable hunger for adventure, and her storytelling ability was such that she was more or less in complete control of her audience, especially the men, although that would be more due to her natural beauty, which was in turn augmented by her eternal youth as a result of some incidents a while back.
"So, it turns out he was using the sword to control me, so I dumped it in the Fire Kingdom's lava moat."
Marceline had a question for the woman. "So, Laura, seen any of them lately?"
"Only the older one. He's tried to kill me quite a few times over the years."
Marceline looked shocked. "Killed?" The other princesses began to leave, pretending to be attracted by a certain muscular prince, but actually deterred by what they knew would usually happen whenever someone brought up them.
"I'll tell you another time. What is it about them you were going to tell me?"
"You know the younger one?"
Laura looked interested. "What about him?"
Marceline tugged at the collar of her shirt. "I kind of… you know-"
"Like him?"
Marceline avoided eye contact. "I guess."
"Don't worry. If he's fine with it then I am."
The Vampire Queen looked back at her friend. "He's your kid."
Laura sighed. "I'm going to be meeting him for the first time in eighteen years. He doesn't really need me at this point. Just tell him that you like him. Subtlety won't get you very far."
So, this is the first chapter since the adoption. If it's short, don't worry. I usually have a higher word standard (around 500-800 words), but I'd like to add some suspense.
