Misunderstanding

Separation

Bowser had never felt such intense hatred in his entire life. Not only had these morons actively disobeyed his orders, but they had ripped him away from one of the most special moments he could have ever dreamed of having with Peach. If he wasn't being hawked over by Kamek, he would have scored the representatives and their women on the spot. He kept his eye on the dry bones, remembering him very clearly from the last time he had had to deal with this.

"I told you idiots, I'm not interested." Bowser growled. "Now you can leave or I can turn you to ash."

The dry bones and shy guy looked to one another nervously before the dry bones stepped up once more.

"Now, sire, I know what you said, however, you have to consider my niece for a bride," he stated. Bowser almost admired his bravery. Almost. "She would make a wonderful queen. She's strong, beautiful, fertile-"

"No, no! My daughter is most fit for you, your Evilness!" the shy guy shouted, interrupting. "She would make an excellent wife! If you'd like, you're more than welcome to have her for the night." Bowser sneered at the obvious suggestive tone in the man's voice. And this was meant to be his daughter?

Just as Bowser opened his mouth to scorch the bickering representatives, he heard a soft, familiar voice.

"Bowser, what's going on?" Peach asked, stepping forward and stunning the room into silence. "Why are these women here?"

"We're marriage candidates," one of the women, a female dry bones with a flower taped to her skull huffed. "King Bowser sent out a letter to every kingdom requesting a bride."

Peach stood there, dumbstruck. She wasn't exactly sure what to feel. He had never said anything about arranging a marriage. The princess looked around, humiliation coursing through her veins. Still, she remained calm as she turned over to look at Bowser.

"Is this true?" she asked plainly.

Bowser stammered for a moment before huffing. "Well, yeah, but-"

Peach put up a hand to stop him. "You never told me about any of this." Her tone was ice cold, and her glare was even colder.

"Peachy, please-"

"Don't call me that."

The king clammed up, suddenly finding himself afraid of the princess. He knew if he explained the mess to her that she would understand, but there was no way she was going to be listening to him. Of course that was when the shy guy's daughter decided to speak up.

"Uh, who is she?" the short girl asked, obviously confused and nervous.

The young royals stared at each other for a moment. Bowser was far too scared to speak as a small, forced smile crossed Peach's lips. The princess looked to the other young woman, her expression the most forced form of cordial she could manage.

"How rude of me." She hummed. Kamek and Bowser glanced at each other worriedly. "I'm Princess Peach, of the Mushroom Kingdom. I'm also the woman who nearly took King Bowser's virginity, and I believed myself to be his lover. Silly me, it seems as though I was only a placeholder."

The room went to silence, the other creatures in the room quickly recognizing the princess and excusing themselves. Bowser, on the other hand, was a strange mix of turned on and terrified. He never thought he would see Peach quite so angry, and it was sexy, in its own way. At least it was until she turned back to him. Her face was reddening with rage, but her expression stayed the same.

"Is there anything you haven't told me about?" Peach asked, almost sounding like herself. Almost. Bowser, however, knew better.

"N-no, no!" Bowser rushed to say. "Peach, listen, I can explain this whole thing-"