>Star was met with the familiar bodywarmth of her father, his breath on her neck, making the hairs stand on end
>"Who's a pretty little princess?"
>"M-Me.." Star's voice was weak.
>"That's right, you're MY pretty little princess, right?"
>"Uh-huh.." Star's whole body was sore, this wasn't the first time it happened, and he was always rough.
>She wouldn't be able to sit for the rest of the weekend.
>Star looked over to a plastic wand, and began to think to herself.
>Star's father sat up, the bed creaked. "Does my princess want anything special?"
>"A crown.. I'm a princess." She grabbed the wand, from the end table.
>"And a pretty blue dress?" Star looked over to the the dark figure that was her dad, he looked back at her.
>"For my princess, anything."
>Star knew it was gonna get a little weird when she got the dress, but didn't care.
>She was a real princess, not from earth, no. She was Princess Star Butterfly of Mewni.