Chrono and Marle, it had to be admitted, were excellent at the whole being king and queen thing. Following the retirement of Marle's father (who apparently had grown weary of leadership, and wished to devote all his considerable wisdom and experience to the cause of fishing), the young couple had inherited the enviable job positions.
Between the two of them, they were almost perfect. Both still young, they had enthusiasm that the previous monarch had lacked. And while Crono was quiet almost to a fault, Marle was loud almost to a fault. Between the two of them, they averaged out to a calming but confident leading voice.
And while boisterous and tomboyish in her teens, Marle had already matured a great deal. Still only in her twenties, she had adapted admirably to the quieter life of government. And she was brilliant and charming on the social and diplomatic side of things.
Indeed, if she could be said to have a single weakness, it would be her ever increasing tendency to indulge in the comforts that royalty could supply. What started as a simple fondness for deserts, slowly grew, to fiery giddiness leading up to any official feasts, to hiring extra castle chefs, to simply spiraling, it must be said, completely out of control.
All her life, she had tried to avoid having the benefits of a royal bloodline thrust upon her...maybe because, deep down, she felt wrong to have advantages simply because she was the daughter of a king. But now that she was a queen herself, and a damn good one, proving herself to truly be worthy of those benefits, she was tearing into the possibilities with a lifetime's worth of interest.
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