Marco's Favorite Star ➵ A Collection Of Starco One Shots

One Shot #3: Once Upon A Time [Part 2] (Random AU)

Third Person P.O.V.

Ah, back we are, huh? So where was I? Oh yes. Princess Star was being dragged away, by a very mad Queen Butterfly. The Princess was locked into her room, much to Star's dismay. She banged on the door. "Let me out! Someone! Anyone!" She repeatedly screamed. When she realized that no one was there to help her, she slid down the door, hugged her knees and cried, as the pink hearts on her cheeks became skulls.

As she cried, the feeling of guilt spread through her mind like wildfire. What would happen to Marco? Or Mr. Or Mrs. Diaz? Would they be sentenced to a horrible fate? It was all my fault. Star thought repeatedly as she hugged her knees even tighter. A noise from the door interrupted her sobbing. "Star..?" It was Star's father, King Butterfly.

'Go away!' Was what Star wanted to say, but it wasn't her father's fault. "Come in.." She said quietly. The door slowly creaked, to show a very sad-looking King Butterfly. "Pumpkin Pie.. I'm so sorry.." She hugged her daughter. The princess kept on sobbing until there was no more tears flowing out of her eyes.

"Star?" King Butterfly called out. "Yeah, Dad?" King Butterfly slightly squirmed. "Since you're already fourteen, Me and your Mother decided to introduce you to some men.. They can make you happy.." Star's eyes widened. "Dad, Why!? C-can't THAT wait a few more y-years!?" She shrieked. The king just winced.

"His name is Tom, the prince of a neighboring kingdom. And his kingdom are celebrating a very special occasion, when the moon turns as red as blood. The will be holding a ball tomorrow and you shall be joining." King Butterfly said. "I'll go outside, to meet with your mother, alright?" Star just nodded sadly and groaned.

Meanwhile

Diaz Household

"So, while me and Star were just sitting around, the door knocked, so Star opened it, and it was the King and Queen at our doorstep." Marco finished. Mr. And Mrs. Diaz just stared in awe. The young blacksmith just rubbed the back of his neck. "Marco.. I am so sorry.." Mrs. Diaz started. "No, it's fine, mom. She is a princess, and I'm just a simple blacksmith." Marco walked upstairs to his room, where he laid, thinking about the princess, he thought he'd never see.

A/N:

I am so sorry this is so short I just have writers block i promise that the next chaptr would be better please forgive me my meatballs

Ciao