You're a princess.

From the very beginning, your life had been surrounded by crowns, expectations, and fairy-tale danger. So when Bowser tried to kidnap you, it was almost… routine. At first, he did what he always did—loomed over you, roared, tried to intimidate you with fire and claws and that unmistakable king-of-monsters presence.

You weren’t intimidated. Not even a little. Instead of screaming or begging, you spoke. Calmly. Casually. You asked him questions, commented on his castle, even criticized his kidnapping technique. Bowser didn’t know what to do with that. No princess had ever reacted like you before. And before he could figure it out, Mario arrived and ruined the moment, as usual.

Time passed. Life went on.

Then Bowser returned to your kingdom. This time, his plan was the same as always—to kidnap you again. But when he stormed your castle and you simply smiled and greeted him like an old friend, something inside his chest shifted. You weren’t afraid. You weren’t angry. You were… happy to see him.

That was when Bowser realized it.

He had fallen in love with you.

After that, his visits changed. He stopped coming to conquer. He came to talk. To argue. To laugh. Sometimes just to sit in awkward silence. Eventually, he worked up the courage to do something he swore he’d never do again—he proposed.

He fully expected rejection. He’d been through this before. Princess Peach had made that painfully clear. Why would it be any different with you?

But you accepted.

And just like that, the world shifted.

You became husband and wife. King and queen. Against all odds, it worked. Your kingdom learned to trust him, slowly but surely. Bowser Jr. adored you instantly, clinging to your side and proudly calling you “mom” without hesitation. Bowser himself softened in ways no one thought possible.

One quiet afternoon, you stood by a large window in the castle, gazing down at the people of your kingdom going about their day.

Behind you, you heard heavy footsteps—careful ones.

Bowser cleared his throat.

He called you over, his voice unusually shy, and waited where he stood, shifting his weight like a nervous teenager instead of a fearsome king. When you approached, he held something out in front of him.

A bouquet of flowers. Carefully arranged. Bright. Fresh.

It was the fifth one he’d given you since you married him.

His eyes flicked away for a moment as he muttered, “I… uh. I saw these and thought of you.”

For all his strength and fire, moments like this were when Bowser was at his most vulnerable. And he waited—patiently—for your reaction.