Btw, this story begins just after EP13: The Battle of Brightmoon.

"Your Majesty?" Angella didn't break eye contact with the Minister from Mystacor but craned her head slightly. "If I may borrow you, please? I have some rather disturbing information," Angella grabbed the notepad nearest, feigning note-taking to please the Minister. She scribbled one word.

Concerning?

"Adora, Your Highness,"

Is she well?

"She has left the infirmary for her wounds, yes. But... she is not well," Angella tucked the notepad under her arm. "Minister, if I may interrupt briefly," She held up a gloved hand. "I have an urgent, but brief, matter to attend to," She stood up, tucking her wings securely behind her back. "But, Queen Angella, we have urgent matters to discuss," The Minister sputtered. Angella clasped her hands together in front, flashing a small smile. "I understand. However, the head of my infirmary has broached me concerning the health of one of my generals," She lied slightly. "And I will need to remedy this brief matter," She gestured to the teapot in the centre of the table. "Do help yourself to some hot tea whilst you wait. I shan't be long,"

With the doctor flanking her right, she left the room, allowing the guards to shut it behind. "I am terribly sorry to pull you out of the meeting, Your Highness. You must know I would never do such a thing unless it were imperative," Angella waved her hand. "No matter. Truthfully, he was beginning to grind on my nerves a little," She joked. The doctor chuckled. He led her to the infirmary, gesturing into his office. "Your Majesty, we haven't yet told Princess Adora, but here are her recent scans and blood work,"

As Angella read through the medical jargon, the doctor continued. "We will take scans and blood samples when they enter the infirmary, when they leave and when they are healed for our records. Adora's blood works have shown a steady increase in the protein CA 15-3," He pointed to a small graph. "Yes, I see. It is not a strong increase though," She noted. The doctor agreed. "Yes. Usually, we would've just kept an eye on it and had the Princess in for regular fortnightly blood work. However, when you check it against her full body scans, you'll notice something else,"

Angella began to look at the scans. As a thousand-year-old entity, she'd somewhat garnered a basic understanding of medical science. "Those shadows, what are they?" She ghosted a finger over the multiple breaks and cracks and wrongly healed injuries belonging to the host of She-Ra. That poor girl...

"Nothing to worry about," The doctor enhanced a scan near her ribs. "These, however," Angella noted some... odd things hiding just above the middle of her ribs. "We fear these are signs of an invasive ductal carcinoma," Angella felt her heart drop. "Wait, carcinoma, that's-"

"Cancer, yes,"

Angella dropped the scan to the desk, sighing softly. "That poor, poor girl," She wiped her eye, slightly surprised that a tear had broken loose. "How-" She paused. "What are the next steps?" The doctor sighed as he put away the scans and blood profile. "We get the Princess in for a mammogram, as that is the safest and most reliable way to see if she does have a carcinoma," Angella fumbled for words, taking in the information. "And... and if she does? What would you recommend?" The doctor hesitated. "It's different with every patient. Had we not tested the Princess, I highly doubt we would've seen anything for a while. From what I can see, we'll wait for the mammogram results to come through, this is very very early. I would say she has an incredibly high chance of surviving this," Angella fingered the wedding band Micah had given her a mere twenty-four years ago.

"Do not tell her," She spoke after a long period of silence. "I beg your pardon?" The doctor stuttered. "Do not tell Adora, not until you are undeniably sure," She said. The doctor shook his head. "We don't anyway. We don't like to scare patients, Your Highness. Even if we warn them of the possibility, they still spiral. Rest assured, we will keep it hidden," Angella nodded as she stood, exhaling softly through her lips.

She made her way to the door, pausing briefly. "When you have the results, bring them to me first, if you will. If Adora does have..." She swallowed thickly. "She will much prefer the information from somebody she knows," The doctor simply nodded. "We will get her checked this afternoon, Your Majesty,"

Angella found herself pacing nervously inside the doctor's office, waiting for his return. You would think being alive for 1,037 years would give Angella a wider perspective on time. God, she'd been around when the previous She-Ra, Mara, was. Albeit not for very long, granted. Angella was five when Mara was picked as She-Ra when she herself was only nineteen. Mara was She-Ra for six years before the Great Chaos when Angella was eleven and Mara was twenty-four.

Then there was nothing for a thousand years. Barely any magic, a disturbing tilt in the energy from the Moonstone. During those thousand years, Angella had said farewell to most of her family - slaughtered by the Horde when Hordak came to Etheria. But then, only five years after the war had begun, a sudden balance in the Moonstone rang strong. It gave Angella and the other fighting leaders a boost of power, forcing the Horde to retreat with over 80% of their soldiers and weaponry destroyed.

Looking back on it, that sudden balance would've been Adora landing on Etheria. Angella knew from when she met the girl that she was destined to be She-Ra. And she'd done a fine job since taking on the responsibility. She'd balanced the stones again, leading the younger generation to fight bravely against the Horde, as Angella and their parents had done twenty years prior.

She paced for seemingly hours, when it was only seventeen minutes, to be exact. The doctor finally walked in, reading a sheet of paper. Angella immediately stood, wings folded slightly over her own body. "Doctor?" She asked the second the door had closed. He looked up from the papers, face grim. Angella's heart settled into stone. "No," She slumped slightly. The doctor nodded softly. "I'm afraid the mammogram confirmed my suspicions," He said.

Angella sat against the desk. Why won't that poor girl get a break? First, she's raised in the Horde! God only knows what she went through there... judging from her appalling people skills, the inability to look after herself, an ungodly amount of panic attacks from certain words or phrases, the cracks from her scans... nevermind the poor leader having to fight against everything she'd been raised with. That feline leader, Catra, seemed to be close to Adora... or formally at least. She'd seen Adora interact with a tall lizard hybrid before along with a skinny blonde boy and an angry-looking girl.

"However," The doctor interrupted her musing. Angella looked up. "Because, by sheer chance, we caught it early enough, there is an incredibly high chance she will be ok," Angella sighed heavily. "What are the next steps?" She asked softly. The doctor put the scans away in his filing cabinet. "Chemotherapy is the best option. Surgery is another, but I would strongly advise against that," He paused. "Whilst chemotherapy is awful, the cancer isn't even in Stage 2 yet, so the chemo will most likely kill the cancerous cells before they get any worse,"

Angella rubbed her brow. God... what a mess.