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MEWNINEWS
Butterfly 18th, 852 AMW
ALL HAIL THE TITAN?
Following the Second Cleaving of Mewni and Earth, the Princess Royal turned de facto monarch and interstellar war criminal, Star the Titan, has been given the life sentence of being officially crowned as Queen Butterfly as punishment for her creation of and crimes committed throughout the Four Moons War.
By the orders of the United Crowns of Known Mewni, Earth’s International Court of Justice, the Magical High Commission and the Galactic Court, Crown Princess Star Johanna of the Royal House of Butterfly has been crowned as a life sentence for the following crimes: High treason, mass genocide, weapons smuggling, torture of prisoners of war, myriad forms of ecological destruction, crimes against sapency and the First Cleaving itself. According to her arrestor, who has requested for anonymity, “the Titan is being given an act of mercy through becoming Queen Butterfly,” much to the rage of the Selesteri people as reports of rioting have recently begun. As of this writing, Her Majesty has released no official statement regarding her trial and resulting sentence and the transcript of the Titanic Trial has yet to be published for the public at this time.
Star gazed at the newspaper as she wandered into the Tapestry Hall and stared back at her late mother’s portrait. Moon the Undaunted was always loved. Star the Titan was never going to be. She was always going to be the Queen Titan to her descendants from that moment on and she had the records to prove it. The scars on her wrists were a normal collection to her by now. The past fifteen years at least had some light in the darkness after Terra was born, but the Planetary Alignment Treaty and the resulting Three Cousins War no doubt destroyed her daughter’s love for her. Star could easily see in Terra’s eyes that the girl’s thoughts of her mother had been poisoned by her father and brother during Terra’s time in Lucitor for her safety from the four years’ long conflict.
In just a few hours, the Royal Magic Wand was going to be passed down, much to Star’s relief as she allowed for her daughter to undergo her promised Engagement Period as per the peace agreements. Returning her attention back to her mother’s tapestry, Star simply wept, the pains of guilt being an old friend alongside trauma and shame as she knew that her mother would be enraged and would naturally disown her only child if she lived long enough to know of her crimes. Terra had every right to be furious with her mother as soon as she returned to Butterfly once the war was over.
Star gazed at the Royal Wand as she watched dawn arrive and began to hear the footsteps of the servants clocking in for work and the sounds and smells of breakfast cooking. She never wanted a crown of her own. It made sense for her to bear the Pains of the Ceremony on a daily basis as part of her never ending punishment and reign by constantly wearing St. Urania’s Crown.
“I’m sorry for always failing you.” Star stated as she always did every morning. Every morning, this was her ritual. Was she apologizing to her mother and previous ancestors or was she apologizing to her daughter and eventual descendants? Historians will often find themselves unable to discover anything regarding this as having anything of a satisfying answer to such a controversial question.
On the topic of historians, Dr. Kai Tennyson (nee Green) was in the midst of a rather intimate moment with her husband, Dr. Benjamin Tennyson, as the two of them heard a knock on their bedroom door and both shouted that they’d be at the breakfast table soon. The smell of pancakes already woke them up, alongside the sounds of eggs and bacon and sausage cooking and they had a little bit of time to themselves, so why not enjoy the moment? They had a surprise in store for their son awaiting him, so why not celebrate his new Engagement Period in addition to their recent discovery of Kai’s latest pregnancy?
Kenny was their eldest child of their in total six (soon to be seven) progeny but the only one who had lived to his thirteenth year. Fourteenth in October now. Regarding his siblings, following Kenny were four daughters named Gwennie, Sandra, Juliet and Ester, all of whom were stillborn infants who arrived prematurely back to back in the span of eight painful years as their eldest grew throughout. Two years afterwards, when Kenny was ten years old, the universe was merciful enough to bring them a second son in the form of Carl, but that mercy turned into cruelty when he fell asleep and stopped waking up not long after he had been weaned. Now four years later, they were expecting their seventh child, unsure as to whether they were supposed to be having their hopes up for the latest baby’s survival or not. Every now and then, they would go to the graves and leave behind toys and treats that their late offspring never got to play with and enjoy. There was a fear in losing their seventh and the fear was perfectly reasonable. It was supposed to be their children outliving them. Not the other way around.
“This one will live, Kai.” Benjamin stated with a strange confidence as he gently laid his left hand up against his wife’s still flat abdomen. He kept a warm smile on his face but it was clear to Kai that his eyes were hiding a deep amount of shameful doubt regarding their baby. How he could stay so optimistic in such darkness was always a source of fascination. A smile returned to Kai as she trusted her husband’s words as they got ready for the rest of the day.
She briefly rested her hands against her abdomen and gazed downwards at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. There was still a smile on her face as she thought about her life so far. If you had asked her if she’d be happy in being wed to Ben Tennyson when they were sixteen, she would’ve called you an idiot, but time was kind and cruel to her. The universe was being kind by giving her the life she had now, which was indeed a happy one, despite the cruelty.
“You’re going to live, little one.” Kai promised to her reflection as she thought about her surviving son and the joy he would have upon becoming an older brother on a permanent basis. True, there was going to be a fourteen year age gap, but it would be a minor hiccup once they were both fully grown.
“You’re going to thrive, my child.” Benjamin vowed as he knelt down to meet their unborn spawn in his wife’s belly, giving her two kisses, one on her stomach as a show of fatherly love for their baby and one shared on their lips as a display of their love as husband and wife. A newly formed part of their morning routine as they prepared for the upcoming joys that their lives were going to soon bring once Kenny would officially begin his Engagement Period.