Cries! Well here is a story that I really wanted to write and I decided to treat myself to just taking time to write it because A.) I wanted this story to be a birthday gift to me and B.) This weekend has sucked so hard it literally hurt. I was in such a dark place this weekend that I've been trying to claw my way out the whole of Friday and Saturday. I even had a nightmare that Hawkdaddy was going to put this show of Queen Bee on Netflix and she was going to win Adrien over! I woke up screaming! I find that ironic because Miraculous is coming to Netflix! And I have this idea of a Chloe redemption that will be humourous and I will put it up Valentines. So anyways, this is a story idea I mentioned in one of my other stories that kind of follows a Hades Persephone theme. So I hope you enjoy.

The world has always been divided in two. The world of the humans and the world of magic. The humans were normal. They lived a humble life divided into kingdoms that were in a united unity. A unity that started years before when the world of magic came clear. A world of wonders and great power. A world of fairies and magical servants that served their leader…the Kwami King. In the past the Kwami King had always been cool, ruthless, and powerful. The world of magic with their dark king was always a threat to humans. They tried to never anger the Kwami King. Tried to never bring his wrath. And never tried to enter the world of magic.

Marinette hummed to herself softly as she finished the last touch on her new dress. It was a beautiful rose bud gown with long flowing sleeves that dropped past the elbow. It was a beautiful dress, and one she had been working on for a few weeks.

"Well Alya? What do you think?" She turned to her best friend that was reading a book in the corner of the room. She beamed at the craftsmanship before looking up to the blackette.

"It's as amazing as all of your other designs Mari. I do like the sleeves the most. I didn't take you as a girl who liked flowy sleeves."

"I do. Provided they fit the style." She smirked. "I think Chloe is going to go green in the face when she sees this one! If I do say so myself."

Alya laughed before closing her book and standing up to walk to her friend's side.

"Please! You speak for the whole kingdom and the other five when you say that. Her Royal Highness, can't bear to wear anything that isn't suited to her royal standards."

"Such a waste. It's hard enough to deal with the other council members without Chloe." Marinette sighed as she began to unroll her sleeves.

"Yeah, but you're the natural leader. You were much more suited to being royal than Chloe, even with all of her jewels. You actually know your people and care about them. Chloe may have riches, but the other kingdoms will follow you much more than her."

"Easy for you to say." Marinette scoffed. "With my new responsibilities its beginning to get harder and harder to convince people to do what's right."

Marinette walked over to the window of her chamber and looked out to the town that fell beyond the castle gates. Chloe was a vain princess from a neighboring kingdom, it was hard to believe Marinette was a fellow princess of the United World. While Chloe had been raised receiving everything she wanted as a child, Marinette's parents raised her with a heart of gold to value all life in their kingdom.

"Hey Alya? How would you feel about walking around town? I need to go and get some more thread anyways." She beamed and began tying her hair up into two twin tails. Alya of course nodded and the two descended from the Princess's chamber and easily slipped out of the palace gates with a few reassurances to the palace guard.

"So have your parents come to a conclusion to the offer?" Alya whispered in a hushed tone as they strolled down the path into the village at the base of the palace. Marinette's face twisted with slight worry and her eyes glanced to her hands.

"I don't know. They've been thinking about it for a while now, and they've been asking about my opinion on the matter. I just can't think of a valid enough excuse to say 'no' about it. I mean it would be the best for the kingdom."

"But marrying a Prince? I've seen Nathaniel and I can tell you aren't extremely flattered by him."

"Well, no."

"Then what's the problem?" Alya hissed as they stopped at a baker's both, looking at the mouthwatering pastries. "Shouldn't the fact you don't want to marry be enough of a reason?"

"It's not that simple Alya, you know that. I have to think about the best for the kingdom. I mean what if there's an attack?"

"From who do you think?" Alya asked, a small bit of nervousness in her voice.

The two laughed as they passed through the streets chatting until Marinette caught the sight of a small huddle of children.

"I wonder what's going on." Alya voiced as she watched the children with mild bemusement. The two approached and over heard several things of what they were saying.

"Is it dead?"

"Someone poke it!"

"Grab its tail!"

"Look! It's still breathing! Let's throw it in a bucket of water."

Marinette leaned over and was able to make out a small creature that was trying to find a way to escape along with small hissing sounds.

"Hey you!" She shouted to the group. The children all looked up and immediately recognized Marinette.

"Hey! It's the princess!"

"What are you all doing there? You should know better than to disrespect and hurt animals."

"Yeah!" Alya added. "Don't you all have chores to be doing or something? Run along home!"

"But it's a black cat Princess!" One of the young boys added. "My father says that we should scare off a black cat if we see one."

"A black cat?" Marinette questioned and the kids all nodded.

"My grandma says black cats are messengers of the devil! The Kwami King sends them to spy on our world!"

"My sister says it's a curse if you see one! And the only way to make sure you don't get bad luck is to kill it."

"We were really doing a favor for the kingdom Princess."

"No, those are all old stories. A black cat isn't a death omen and it certainly isn't an omen of misfortune. Now run along home and think about what you've done!" Marinette scolded. The children didn't have to be told twice as all of them ran off, blaming each other from getting a royal scolding.

"Kids these days." Alya tsked as Marinette moved closer to the cat that was up against the wall. It was a small black cat with smooth black fur that looked like it had been coated in blood. The thing was trying it's best to lick its paw where there was a deep cut when it caught sight of Marinette's approaching form. It immediately tensed up and hissed at her, trying to stand on the paw when it could only fall down from the injury.

"Poor thing." Marinette whimpered and moved closer. "It's okay! I won't hurt you." The cat still hissed.

"Alya do you have anything to eat on you? The little kitty looks like it hasn't eaten in days and I need it to trust me."

"Sure." Alya shrugged and dug into her basket for a biscuit she had picked up from the bakery. "Are you sure it's a good idea though? I mean…you know it's not totally crazy to think a being of magic sneaks into our world."

"Alya, come on. Your head is stuck into those books way too much to think that anyone from the world of magic or even the Kwami King wants to sneak into our world. As a cat no less." The princess rolled her eyes and breaking a part of the biscuit dropped it in front of the cat. "C'mon now. Easy."

She coaxed the cat with soft soothing words and holding the biscuit out in small pieces. The cat sniffed it and almost seemed to scowl at it before taking a bite. Seeing that it wasn't harmful, it moved closer with its limp until it was snuggled against Marinette's leg nibbling on the rest of the baked good.

"That's a good kitty." She smiled and began to untie her apron. Slowly as to not startle it, she swaddled the small creature that didn't put a fight up to her now that it saw she meant no harm.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring it back to the palace?" Alya asked.

"I need to treat its injuries." Marinette argued but continued to nuzzle the little cat affectionately before holding it up to Alya. "Now, does this look like the Kwami King to you? It's so cute. I think I'm going to call it Kitty."

"Whatever you say Princess." Alya chuckled watching the cat curl up into the affection. "It does seem to like you. I guess you're right."

Ever since she returned to the palace she stayed by the side of the stray cat, by treating and cleaning its wounds. Eventually falling asleep next to the cat she laid across her pillow.

Marinette woke up to the feeling of something leathery scratching her fingers. She groaned and lolled her head to the side for her eyes to slowly open to look into a pair of mesmerizing green eyes. She smiled softly and held a finger out to gently rub at the base of the cat's ear.

"Hey there, you're awake." It blinked at her.

"You probably need to eat something to regain your strength." She pursed her lips. "And probably some medicine."

Getting up she stretched her arms over her head before standing up.

"I should probably take you down to get some breakfast." She smiled and quickly changed into her work dress again before gently picking up the cat. It didn't squirm or anything from being manhandled but seemed perfectly content with being carried around in her arms. In fact it seemed to preen into her, purring softly. "I guess you could get used to being carried everywhere."

Saying good morning to the servants she passed she entered the dining room to see her parents eating their own breakfast.

"Marinette darling." Her mother beamed. "We thought you weren't feeling well."

"I just over slept Mama, and I've been taking care of Kitty." Her parents' eyes feel to the cat nestled in her arms that seemed to be looking straight into them as if observing.

"A cat?" Her mother questioned, looking to her father. "Since when did we have a cat?"

"I found it yesterday." Marinette took a seat and placed the cat on a seat beside her. Preparing a small serving dish of porridge, she took a small packet of herbs from her pocket and whispered to the cat. "My friend Mylene gave me this medicine last night, and she knows the most about herbs over anyone."

Setting the dish on the chair the cat began to lap up the food. Marinette smiled and began her own breakfast.

"You talk to this cat?" Her father raised a brow. The cat glanced up but went back to the food.

"They say to talk to animals as if they were people." She grinned and took a bit of toast when the door swung open.

"Sire, a party is at the gate."

"Who?" Tom asked.

"The Prince Nathaniel." All of the members of the royal family exchanged glances.

"So unexpectedly?" Sabine asked. The servant nodded. "Well, let him in."

"Why do you suppose he dropped by?" Marinette asked. Her parents exchanged a glance.

"Possibly to see if we are thinking of strengthening our alliances." Her father suggested. A dreading feeling washed over Marinette and she hoped he wasn't here to discuss a possible marriage alliance. The doors opened again and a young man with red hair stood in the doorway in traveling wear. She beamed to them all and immediately went to her father.

"You're Majesty." He bowed and shook the hand and moved to Sabine. Taking her hand he placed a small kiss to her knuckle. "I hope you don't mind my intrusion. I was with a small traveling party and thought to stop and pay my greetings."

"Of course." Her mother smiled. His eyes then went to the next place of the table and brightened upon catching Marinette's gaze.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Marinette." Nathaniel beamed and approached the princess with his hand held out expectantly for hers. She smiled to him and held out her own hand for his, except he was never able to grab it. A very loud a prominent HISS rang in the dining hall, that everyone eyes the black cat on the chair. Standing up as if never hurt, back arched back and fur standing on end. Its claws were even poking into the seat cushion and its green eyes seemed to be glaring right into Nathaniel.

"Oh…" The prince gulped. "A cat."

"I'm so sorry!" Marinette apologized standing up and plucking the cat from the chair. It seemed to calm immediately now that she was holding him again but was still looking at Nathaniel. Because Marinette had to remind herself, cats don't glare. "I found this stray and brought him back here to treat him."

"Oh, you have such a big heart Marinette." Nathaniel smiled and looked to the cat and held his hand out. "You probably just don't like strangers." The cat swiped a claw to him and perfectly sliced into his finger. The prince hissed and held the small bleeding cut.

"Kitty!" Marinette scolded and turned to Nathaniel. "I am so sorry my lord. Excuse me a moment, I'm going to put the cat upstairs and change into something more suitable."

"Oh this is nothing."

"Of course, excuse me." She wasted no more time in taking the cat upstairs and into her bedchamber, where she not so gently tossed it not so gently on the bed. Kitty let out a small meow as if in pain.

"Oh don't you act like that. You seemed perfectly fine when you hissed to our guest." The cat looked at her with its tail flicking around. It was obviously not pleased with her. Huffing, Marinette turned to her wardrobe and went through her dresses until she found a light blue tea dress. Changing quickly, she came back out from her divider to see the cat nestled back on her pillow.

"Now you stay up here and behave yourself you naughty cat." And she left the room to return to her company.

It was a pleasant visit with the young prince, as the four took to having tea in one of the drawing rooms and discussing some of the new policies. Marinette was glad there was no talk at the moment of a possible marriage alliance.

"Nathaniel, we must be attending to a few other matters at the moment." Her father announced and then nodded to her mother. "But perhaps Marinette could show you the garden."

"Sounds lovely." The young man said. Marinette smiled at him as they went outside. It was an awkward silence between them before he cleared his throat.

"So…do you design your own gowns still?"

"Hmmmm? Oh yes." Marinette nodded. "Do you still do your painting?"

"I try." He grinned. "I can't believe you remember that."

"How could I not? You have such a fine hand any artist would be jealous of."

"I'm glad you think so. My father…he thinks a royal painting is a waste of time."

"It's not a waste if you enjoy it." She smiled to him. "After all, we can't simply work all of the time, even royalty need to find something to relax them."

"Yes, yes exactly! I always use you as my role model Marinette. I mean you're basically queen yet you still find time to enjoy your hobbies."

"What can I say? I wish I could spend all of my time sewing dresses or baking." She giggled. "Too bad I wasn't born a seamstress and you an artist right?"

"Oh no… I'm glad I wasn't." A light touch on her wrist brought Marinette's attention up to the blue eyes looking at her with such adoration.

"Excuse me?" She blinked. His face flushed almost as red as his own hair.

"I…I've been hoping we could be alone for some time now." He whispered and clasped her hand in both of his. "Princess…I know what our parents expect of us."

"Y…" She choked and cleared her throat. "You do?"

"Yes. A marriage between both of our kingdoms. Already there have been rumors of Kim trying to woo Princess Chloe. With those two in alliance it's in the best interest of both of our kingdoms to unite as well. Then they won't get any ideas about possible invasion."

"I still want to try and find another way to avoid any unnecessary brash decisions Nathaniel." She pulled her hand free and walked on. "You should know better than to listen to small rumors. Chloe may be vain but I don't think she would think of invasion."

"We don't know that!" Nathaniel hissed. "She's always been mean to the both of us. She's capable of anything."

Marinette took a deep breath. She never saw her old friend act this aggressive before. Yet it was true that before Chloe always seemed to want to bully Marinette and Nathaniel due to their artistic talents and fondness for each other.

"Alright, but you wouldn't want to marry me just on the basis of a rumor or a possible thought now would you Nathaniel?" There was a pause as the wind began to pick up, rustling the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees and providing an ominous feeling with the setting sun. Marinette nodded and started walking away when again her hand was grabbed.

"Wait!" He hiccupped. "I…I don't want to marry you just for a political alliance Marinette! I've always been attracted to you, loved you even! You have so many admirable traits and we've know each other our whole lives! I…I want you to consider a possible marriage between us."

Marinette heard her heart thumping in her ears. It was not due to her misbelief and excitement over such a proposal, but her worry over it. She didn't know how to handle this situation at the moment. She hadn't thought about it enough!

He leaned closer to her, his other hand raising to her cheek when there was a small whoosh of air, and an object crashed into his head. A pot plant that shattered at the contact and spilled soil all over the prince. Marinette let out a startled gasp, as Nathaniel clutched his head and fell to his knees.

"Oh my goodness! Are you alright!" She dusted him off and tried to examine his head for blood. There was no sign of bleeding but already there seemed to be a prominent bump forming.

"I actually don't think so." He groaned, clutching harder as if to relieve the pain. "I think I need to go see a medic."

"Yes of course!" Marinette helped him up, and walked with an arm around his back to lead him to the nearest door. She only casted a short glance back to the pot and recognized the familiar fern before glancing up a few stories to her window. Where nothing sat on the window sill.

Nathaniel was put up for the night with the unease of him traveling so quickly. The question soon turned to how the pot fell from the princess's window.

"It was probably the wind dear." Her mother reassured her at dinner. Marinette felt guilty with the place of her plant causing her old friend pain but at the same time relieved due to perfect distraction it caused.

"Of course Mama." Marinette smiled. "I think I'm going to go up to bed though."

Her parents bid her goodnight as she departed up to her bed chamber. And opening the door, her room was right as she left it with Kitty asleep on her pillow. It looked up at the sound of the door closing and watched her.

"Glad to see you behaved yourself." She sighed and walked over to her window. It was closed and locked just as she usually left it. The only thing missing was the pot. "I guess it really was the wind."

Sighing to herself, she changed into a nightgown and landed on her bed with her head next to the cat. It sniffed her before moving around to affectionately nuzzle her hair, rolling around in the process.

"I can't believe he proposed like that." She said to herself. The cat stopped and looked at her. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to marry him. But I don't want to start a war."

She yawned and pulled her covers up. "I'll try and find a solution to it in the morning though." And she blacked out.

The next thing she knew there was something swatting at her nose. She groaned and tried to pull her covers up when something seemed to grab them.

"Hey…" She moaned and peaked her eyes open to see a pair of emerald green looking back into her. "Kitty? Why did you wake me up?" She yawned. It blinked and then nudged her hand with its mouth until something was dropped into her palm.

"What's this?" Marinette yawned and squinted her eyes in the small rays of light to look at the object Kitty brought her. "A ring?"

It was pure black with only five emeralds in the shape of a paw print glistening in the light. It was beautiful yet the most peculiar thing she had ever seen.

"Where did you find this?" she asked the cat although found herself sounding stupid. The cat didn't understand her. Still, it only tilted its head and nuzzled her hand, causing her to giggle. "Okay. I guess you're trying to thank me huh?"

She held it up to the light before slipping it onto her ring finger, finding it odd how it slid on and fit her perfectly. This seemed to be the reaction the cat wanted because it turned into a furry of affection. Its tail flicked back and forth and it snuggled closer to purr, nuzzle, and lick her cheek.

"Okay Kitty! That tickles! Thank you, it's beautiful." She yawned and snuggled deeper with the cat nestled in her neck. Sitting up, she smiled at she cat and then picked him up to rub their noses together. "Now let me go back to sleep." And with that she placed a small kiss to its forehead and snuggled with the cat held close to her.

Cries this was so horrible! Oh my god I am out of writing shape! Please forgive me I promise I will make this good! I can't wait for the next chapter. Oh gosh I hope I will be back soon! I love you guys! Please review for me!