So very Larg pt.2

Responsibility

Prince Gumball fixed himself, as he waited with Peppermint maid and Lord Monochromicorn outside the meeting room for the ambassador. He knew why they kept him waiting, they want to show him dominance, and would meet him on their own time; a bold thing to do in a castle that was not theirs. It was obvious that they wanted something of him, but they wanted it to appear to be for his is why he hated royals, they were always so devious.
One of the ambassador's two companions opened the door. "Please, come in, Prince Gumball." He said, bowing shallowly to Gumball and his company.
The elves were tall, their fingers long and thin, with large almond shaped eyes filled like oil spills. Their faces hallow with ears that of deer. They all wore the same tunics, with the shoulders ripped reveling sharp bones that cut through their flesh.
The elf led the three to the large oval table and pulled out a chair for the prince. Across the table stood two other elves, one who's tunic was red instead of the brown green like the others.
"Please, your highness, sit, we have important thing to discuss." With his hand the elf in red gestured to the chair, and waited until Gumball was settled before taking his own set. Peppermint Maid and Lord Monochormicorn remained standing behind the Prince, just as the two elves stood behind the ambassador.
"As you must know, your highness, I am Lord Garwood an ambassador from the East Forest Kingdom. And my companions, Eldric and Adair." In turn the two elves put a hand to their heart and bowed their heads.
"Yes, I received your letter sometime last week, but the subject of this meeting is still unclear to me." Gumball laced his fingers together atop the table and kept his face stern, keeping his body language strong.
Garwood shifted in his chair, sitting a bit taller, he would not back down. "Right, King Oberon has sent me here to remind you of the Sugar Tree Treaty. You have been ruler without heir for sometime now, and this is worrisome to our King. His highness has been informed of your new colony, the one ruled by the Earls of Lemongrab? Our King finds this very troublesome."
Gumball remained stoned face, desperate to hide the unease growing inside him. It was imperative that the Candy kingdom remain allies to the East Forest, as they were the only ones that kept their enemies at bay.
"King Oberon considers the Candy Kingdom one it's strongest allies and has the feeling of affinity toward it. So when he heard that the Vampire king was hanging around your kingdom, he were quite alarmed."
This was the reason they were there, Marshall Lee. The sternness of having no heir was to make Gumball feel lower then the ambassador, saying that the Candy kingdom was strong and kinsmen was to build him up, make him feel the need to prove himself. Yes, royals were a major pain.
"The Vampire King and I share a mutual friend is all."
"I see. As a word of caution, I would not continue a relation of any sort with a vampire, let alone their King." Garwood said almost apathetically.
"Thank you for your advice," Gumball smiled politely. "If that is all we have to disuse, I have some business to attend to." Garwood stood and bowing his head slightly as Gumball stood to leave. It annoyed Gumball how Garwood, so obviously indifferent, kept formalities.
When the door shut, leaving the elves behind, Gumball let out an audible sigh.
"What are you going to do my Lord?" Lord Monochromicorn asked as they started down the hall.
"Send Marshall away I suppose." Gumball put his hands into his pants pocket. "This kingdom needs the support and protection of the Eastern Forest, I don't have much of a choice."
"Do they do this because they fear Marshall?" Lord Monochromicorn asked.
"Yes. Vampires are much stronger then the elves on their own. The Elves are an old race, they've survived a millennium staying the strongest, preparing for wars what would not come for centuries. The vampires are strong but without allies. That is were the elves are stronger, though, they fear the vampires will over power them if they make any alliances."
"Sir, what about not having an heir? I can look through the treaty, it could be a lie." Peppermint maid pointed out.
"I doubt they were lying, even if they were it would hardly please King Oberon if I argued the point. They were here for Marshall, everything else was them throwing around their weight, displaying how much they hold over me. It wouldn't be a bad idea tough, to find a heir."
"What about the Earl of Lemongrab?" Asked Lord Monochromicorn.
"As an heir? No, they do not get along with my candy people. Plus, they have their own kingdom now."
"No, that is not what I meant. What will you do about the them? Does the East not fear that you are creating kingdoms loyal only to you?"
Gumball shut his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck, he'd forgotten about that. "Lemongrab was a one time thing and there is nothing I can do about it now. Hopefully Oberon will think them to small to cause a threat." They reached the kitchen doors. "Peppermint, make sure the ambassador has left, then send Marshall to meet me, he's likely still in my bedroom."
She bowed, then left.
"I can send Marshall Lee away for you sir."
"No, that is alright, you can leave if you want." Gumball smiled at his friend. "Thanks for coming today, I really appreciate having you with me."
"No problem, my friend." The Lord said as he headed butted Gumball's shoulder before leave as well.
Gumball grabbed a vine of grapes from the fridge after he entered the kitchen waiting for Marshall.
To be honest, Gumball didn't know how to feel. He'd messed around with Marshall but he knew his feeling never extended pass friendship. He should feel nothing about sending him away especially when it came to his people's safety. Yet he felt a ping of sadness.
The door to the kitchen flung opened letting Marshall flout in. He was fully dressed but his shirt stayed unbuttoned, his belt unhinged, his hair undone.
"Mmm, what's for breakfast?" Marshall asked sitting on the counter P.G sat at. "Have anything red?"
P.G studied the counter top as Marshall thew grapes in his mouth.
"What are you so quite for?" asked Marshall.
Gumball let a moment pass before answering. "You can't come around anymore."
Marshall rose an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" He was getting really annoyed now but he remained composed.
"I'm serious Marshall." Marshall snorted and eat another grape. P.G looked at him finally, he was also growing annoyed. "I can't have you around my kingdom anymore. You scare my people and I have grown tiered of your tricks." As he talked his annoyance became anger.
Marshall turned to Gumball his face showing some of the anger he felt. "Is that what it's really about? Or are you angry about last night?"
Gumball growled, "As if."
"You're pissed cause I fucked you so hard you screamed." Marshall threw back. P.G had been cold and snippy with him for the past few days. Marshall put up with it for the sake of things, but if P.G thought he was the one with the reason to be angry there was no reason for Marshall to be nice and more.
Gumball quickly stood making his chair fall with a clatter. "You can not come here anymore." His eyes stern boring into Marshall's.
"Fine. You want me gone, I'll go." And with that Marshall vanished.
Gumball sighed in frustration. He needed Marshall gone but he didn't expect for either of them to get so worked up. He ran his hand through his hair. He was so stressed. Between dealing with the dicks from the East Forest, running the kingdom, and keeping up a social life he barely had time for himself. He wanted to go to sleep and not wake up