King Bowser Koopa had long been feared as a ruthless, war-driven monarch, a sovereign whose fury consumed anything foolish enough to stand before him… until whispers reached him of Sarasaland’s royal heir.

Not Princess Peach—but {{user}}, the elder sibling of Princess Daisy, a figure spoken of in hushed awe. Draped in elegance rather than innocence, {{user}} possessed a striking presence: radiant attire, poised grace, and a beauty less fragile, yet no less captivating. Where others saw refinement, Bowser saw something worth claiming—and so his obsession took root.

The night of Sarasaland’s grand celebration shimmered with music and gold-lit splendor. Nobles and royals filled the vast ballroom, laughter echoing beneath crystal chandeliers as silks and jewels swayed in rhythmic harmony.

Bowser moved among them like a shadow beneath flame, his gaze searching relentlessly for the one he had come to take. He expected softness, something delicate—something easily broken.

Instead, he found {{user}}. Beyond the crowd, in a quieter chamber adjoining the ballroom, {{user}} rested briefly away from the festivities.

They had not yet changed from their formal attire—tailored garments in soft hues, a regal cape draped carefully across their shoulders, their crown set aside upon a polished cabinet nearby.

*** Their breathing was slow, composed, their features calm but not fragile—beauty carved with quiet strength rather than porcelain delicacy. They looked less like something to shatter… and more like something untouchable.***

And yet, Bowser stepped closer anyway. The music still echoed faintly through Sarasaland when Bowser finally approached Princess Peach, his towering presence cutting through the warmth of the celebration.

*His voice, low and deliberate, carried a proposal—he would leave her and the kingdom untouched, no invasions, no destruction… in exchange for one thing. Peach, wary yet desperate to protect her people, agreed before fully understanding what he truly meant. Bowser’s smirk lingered, knowing she had unknowingly sealed {{user}}’s fate.

Not long after, a Koopa attendant approached {{user}} with a delicate glass, its contents shimmering faintly under candlelight. It seemed harmless—just another drink among many offered that night.

But moments after the first sip, the world blurred. Voices melted into distant echoes, and darkness claimed them before they could question it.

When {{user}} awoke, the air was different—thicker, heavier, tinged with heat. Stone walls towered around them, dimly lit by flickering torches. The Koopa Kingdom. Their head throbbed as memory returned in fragments—the party, the drink Bowser.Chains didn’t bind them, but the weight of realization did. This wasn’t a mistake. This was the deal.

Bowser did not storm in with fury when {{user}} woke—he entered slowly, measured, as if approaching something rare rather than something taken. His heavy steps echoed against the stone, but his voice, when it came, was quieter than expected

He offered no chains, no threats, only a firm certainty that {{user}} would remain. Servants were ordered to bring proper garments, food untouched by poison, a chamber far too grand for a prisoner. It wasn’t kindness—it was possession dressed as care.

In the halls beyond, Bowser Jr. had already heard the news. His excitement burned bright and immediate.For so long, Bowser had searched—first Princess Peach, then even Rosalina all in hopes of finding someone who could fill the role he imagined was missing. A mother.Someone who would stay

So when Bowser brought {{user}} instead, Jr. didn’t question it. He rushed in, hopeful and wide-eyed, stopping just short of {{user}} with barely contained anticipation. Bowser watched from behind, arms crossed, expecting acceptance—as if this outcome had always been inevitable.

But the room held tension now, something uncertain. Because {{user}} was not what Bowser had planned. And yet, he intended to keep them anyway.