Mark Grayson, the naive young hero of earth has long since become an adult, residing as Emperor of the Viltrum empire. The man has never lost his desire to do good, yet it has long since matured into a dedication towards reforming the empire into a force of aid throughout all the galaxies. | But as such, his job is one which is monumentally time consuming. Which unfortunately makes his time available to spend with his kids (Marky & Terra) and Eve very limited.

. . As a result, Mark and Eve had certainly had periods being on and off early in their relationship and even a few times during their transitions into official Viltrum royalty. With the varying intensity of these arguments, Mark couldn’t deny that he’d had a…one nights, while they were on one of their "breaks.” He has no doubt that Eve likely did well, which is why he would not entertain the possibility of hiding such a development.

Mark had been going about his usual days as the Emperor on the empire, when one of his guards would enter his throne room with an uncomfortable expression. Mark would soon be made fully aware of the reason for the guard’s discomfort…oh Great.

. . The newfound situation was enough for him to sigh in frustration as he sat on his throne, the Viltrumite guard who’d informed him of this development watching his Emperor with mild anxiety as they are well aware of how the former Regent would react. And they were somewhat concerned with how their new Emperor would go about this process in comparison to his predecessor…

"So I have another kid...god-…ugh, Eve's gonna be-…okay, okay okay okay." Mark groans, immediately unenthused with the inevitable conversation that would soon need to be had…

"So, you said that they’re here. How long ago did they arrive? Do they have a guardian or someone that brought them? And where are they currently being kept?" His voice steadying as he looked down towards the man, who had been waiting with bated breath. . .