Just another one shot i thought of to get rid of my writers block, i think it worked. :)

She had honestly never seen Marceline so upset over anything. Sure, vampire had always had some sort of connection with the Ice King but Bonnibel thought nothing of it, always telling Finn and Jake over to capture the menace. Never had the younger monarch realized how much he meant to Marceline.

Until now.

"Why are you doing this?" The vampire hissed, trying to scare the princess. "Why now?" Bonnibel sighed and looked back down at her paperwork, flinching slightly when Marceline slammed her pale hands down onto the table. "I haven't seen you in weeks and now you just suddenly decide on killing someone?"

"I don't need to give you a reason for my actions Marceline." The girl growled and ran a hand through her hair, her eyes brimming with tears. Yet Bonnibel saw none of this, pretending to be too focused on her work.

"You cant kill him," She sobbed, getting the princess' attention almost immediately. "Simon's like..he's like the father i never got."

"Simon...?" Bubblegum furrowed her brow, looking up into piercing green eyes. "Who's simon?"

"The Ice King!" The Queen cried, curling into a ball mid-air. The younger girl found her arms wrapping awkwardly around her shoulders, pulling Marceline down slightly until she was sat on the bed. It seemed like hours until Marceline finally spoke and when she did, Bubblegum felt her heart break slightly. "Bonnibel..."

"Tell me..about Simon." And so Marceline did, about the war and the dear and the crown and the epic quest for the chicken soup, about how The Ice King had come round to her house a few weeks ago, about the song they sang and the memories they shared. She told Bonnibel about Betty, and how they fell madly in love with each over. About how she'd never see him again.

"H-He means well Bonnie, i promise he'd never hurt anyone on purpose..its all that stupid crowns fault." The princess nodded and nuzzled her face into the older girls shoulder, giving her a squeeze before pulling away.

"I'll talk to the banana guards about letting him go and cancelling the execution. Promise." Marceline smiled wearily, tired and puffy eyes trailing up the other girls body.

"Can i stay?" Her voice cracked slightly as she wiped her eyes with the back of hands.

"Of course you can."