Enjoy :) this one's the longest chapter I've ever written XD sorry

Catra placed her hands on her hips, looking around the room.

"So, what are we looking for?" She asked.

George was already looking through a stack of books that was piled up on a table.

"Um... just anything you can find about runes." He said, eyes scanning the pages as he flipped through the book.

Bow's fathers, George and Lance, has invited the BF squad over, needing some help researching something. Catra was eager to help, dragging Adora along. History was an interest for Catra, having fallen in love with reading ancient articles and textbooks. It was a passion she and Bow's historian dads bonded over.

Adora, being the supportive girlfriend she was, agreed to come along. Just in case any First Ones' writings needed translation, but also because seeing Catra read was adorable to see. Bow came because, well, it was his house, and Glimmer came because she didn't want to be alone. So the four of them were standing in the secluded library, surrounded by ancient knowledge.

They decided to split up, each taking a section of the 'Runes' labeled part of the library. They each had their own stack of scrolls and books, taking residence in their own chair or corner of the room.

Catra was fervently eating up the information, jotting notes down for later. Every so often someone would read something aloud, checking in with Lance and George if what they had was what the men were looking for.

Apparently, they were researching the different types of rune stones that were used by different magical ancient civilizations over the centuries. Catra had never personally cared too much about runestones, even though most of the people she surrounded herself with on a daily basis had a rune stone. They were cool to look at or whatever, but she didn't understand them or their purpose.

As she flipped through the pages of history, Catra wondered how each rune stone came about. A magical gem that gave powers to the person or people it connected to. Sounded otherworldly or something. Like mythological but real. Catra new about the different deities that were worshipped, depending on the society.

She'd seen the occasional alter for a certain goddess or two. She herself wasn't religious at all. Not really her style, but if she had to pick a group of deities to at least acknowledge, it had to be the cat-goddess Bastet. Not only was Bastet a badass warrior goddess of the sun, but she looked like Catra. Catra found comfort in a strong female figure that was similar to herself, real or not.

Catra got curious. She scanned through the pile of scrolls until she found one that talked about Bastet, the cat goddess.

She is hugely worshipped among kingdoms and tribes predominantly containing Magicats. The queendom of Halfmoon is a major civilization that has considered Bastet as their protector through thousands of years, more importantly, the royal house of D'riluth.

The mythology story of Bastet is that she was the daughter of Ra, the king of the Egyptian gods. The Eye of Ra is a symbol of an eye, used for protection and health for the people of Halfmoon. It is also the symbol of the royal family, it been believed that the yellow gem from the Eye of Ra, along with the turquoise gem of the eye of Horus physically manifested in the eyes of the royal family, giving them their heterochromic eye colors, found only in those of the D'riluth blood family next in line.

Catra's eyebrows scrunched together while her eyes were wide. Was she reading this right? Catra picked up the scroll, slowly turning to the room.

"Hey guys." She spoke up, not looking up from the scroll. "Can one of you come over here and read this? I want to make sure I'm not seeing things."

Everyone else was looking up at her curiously.
Lance strolled over to Catra.

"What do you have here?" He wondered out loud, peering over Catra's shoulder.

Lance rested a hand on the other shoulder, reading silently what Catra pointed out to him.

"The gem of Ra and the turquoise gem of Horus mixed together makes The tiger's flame. Yeah, that's part of Magicat mythology. A birthmark of some sort of the royal family and destined crown queen, too."

Lance made eye contact with Catra, raising a brow.

"What's the matter?"

Catra raised her own brow, staring him down, waiting. After a moment of silence, the man's face morphed to disbelief, looking back at the scroll and then back at Catra.

"Wait... oh shit."

Lance just cursed. That doesn't happen often. That got the attention of everyone for sure.

"Ok. What's up?" Glimmer asked, done with the mysterious behavior. "Don't keep it for yourselves. Tell us."

Lance took the scroll from Catra, walking over to where George was sitting.

"This is a scroll with information about the Magicat culture. Look at this."

Everyone, besides Catra, crowded around to see. After a moment, they each matched the shocked look on Lance's face. Glimmer looked up at Catra, who was sitting hunched over in a chair, her head in her hands. Glimmer teleported across the room, reappearing beside the feline girl.

"Catra, could it be true?" She said.

Catra lifted her head, a far off stare in her eyes.

"I don't know." She mumbled.

Could it be true? Was she really a member of the Halfmoon royal family? Did she just discover her family? Her whole life, Catra had always dreamed of finding her parents, belonging to a loving family. Shadow Weaver had told her she was abandoned in the Fright Zone, unwanted. Thrown away like trash. Deep down, Catra had hoped she had been wrong. Surely she couldn't have been given up on by the people who gave life to her. She couldn't have been that unwanted

Adora stared down at the scroll. Those eyes. They were identical to Catra's.

The synbol of the royal family.

It had to be. The proof was right there. Only those of the royal family were born with those eyes.

Adora could almost laugh. Of all the people to turn out to be royal, it was Catra. Catra had always claimed to never want to be a princess. Now that it was a possibility, she wondered what the young woman was thinking. Looking over at Catra, Adora frowned. She saw the troubled look on her face. She then noticed Melog pacing around the room, agitated and bothered. Turning back to her girlfriend, Adora made her way over to where Catra and Glimmer were talking. She smoothly took a seat beside Catra, catching their attention.

"Crazy, huh?" Adora grinned.

Catra scoffed, rolling her eyes. She sunk into her seat, blowing out air.

"I know." She groaned. "What in the fuck am I supposed to do with that information? Shit, now I think I know how you felt when we found your family."

Adora thought back happily on that night. A million thoughts were running around in her head, emotions she didn't know she'd had rising up. It was world-changing for her.

However, at least she always knew who her parents were. The king and queen of Eternia. Catra, on the other hand... knew nothing. If it was true, and Catra really was born in Halfmoon, it would destroy everything Catra had been told her whole life. That would be hard to deal with.

Adora found Catra's hand, squeezing it gently. Catra looked up at her.

"We'll figure this out, babe. Together. There has to be more information on the royal family."

"Right!"

The girls looked up to see George scanning a shelf of books. The man pulled out a dark red book. Walking over to Catra, he handed the book to her. Catra looked down at the cover.

History of Halfmoon

Catra flipped through the book. It contained the many rulers over the centuries, the Magicat culture and customs, and the history of each royal family. Flipping to the latest update, there was a picture of the current monarchs. Queen Cy'ra and Queen Katherine.

"Ooh! They're beautiful." Adora commented.

Catra rolled her eyes, smirking.

"Hey." Glimmer suddenly said, pointing at a part of the page.

"It says that during the war, nineteen years ago, the Horde invaded Halfmoon. Many were killed and injured in the chaos. The crown princess, Catrina disappeared and was never seen again. It is believed that the royal family escaped during the invasion by the Horde and sent the princess into hiding to avoid capture and slaughter, but never was found again. The Magicats had went into hiding for years following the invasion, so no one knows the whereabouts of the princess."

Below it was an image of a mural of the royal family. Queen Cy'ra to the left. She was a spitting image of Catra, but had blonde tufts instead of gray, and had a bit more muscle in her arms. She had on a white flowy dress, no sleeves, a slit on either side. She had on white matching tights. There were gold cuffs around her upper arms and a golden belt around her waist.

On the right was Queen Catherine. She had a long blonde mane. She matched her wife in physique. She had sand-colored fur on her body. Also, because of her marrying into the family, she only two green eyes, unlike Cy'ra, who had the royal colors of blue and yellow.

Catherine was wearing what looked like a black jumpsuit of some sort. It had no sleeves, the top part loose, the pants loose as well. She wore a gold belt as well as gold armbands that matched her wife's.

They both wore a golden circlet on their heads, typical of Etherian rulers.

They were both smiling in the portrait. They seemed like a good couple.

Catra traced Cy'ra's face. She had to be the one who had given birth to the princess. Her chest clenched tightly. This could be her mother. She was beautiful. Strong.

Did she want me?

Catra chewed on her bottom lip. She couldn't help but wonder. If Catra was really Catrina, why did they leave her in the Fright Zone of all places? Alone.

Catra sat back, staring ahead at nothing. She suddenly started to laugh. It was loud and high-pitched. Everyone else stared at her, wondering what was so funny.

Adora watched her, slightly unsettled by the sudden action.

"Uh, Cat? You ok there?"

Catra leaned against Adora's shoulder, giggling madly. She shook her head.

"Me a princess! That can't be true. I couldn't be born royalty. This is so crazy. Shadow Weaver is rolling in her grave."

Catra didn't care that no one else found it funny. She gasped for breath, burying her face into Adora's lap, shoulders shaking. The book was taken from her, letting her rolls around, getting all of the laughter out.

Finally catching her breath, Catra's face was sore, eyes teary. Catra wiped her eyes, sighing.

"I needed that. That was good." She said, her stomach muscles aching.

Looking around, she saw a familiar look in everyone's eyes. Shit. She'd done it again. Catra groaned, sagging her shoulders.

"I know what you're thinking, guys." She rolled her eyes. "I shouldn't put myself down like that. Blah blah blah. I know."

Catra stood up, waving a hand dismissively. Accepting that she was deserving of good things was hard for Catra. It was a constant struggle to not let her self-critical thoughts take over. Though, at times like this, it was natural to think the worst of herself.

Though, the others were still put off by the casual remarks. Guess not everyone hated themselves like Catra hated herself. Weird. Couldn't relate.

Catra's ears pressed down against her head, bowing her head. She felt a little embarrassed by her reaction, seeing the unamused and slightly horrified looks on her friends' and girlfriend's faces. They weren't used to dark or self-deprecating humor.

"Sorry. It's a reflex."

Adora was able to empathize with how Catra felt, wanting to not ostracize them feline girl. Adora stood up and walked up to Catra, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her caring smile made Catra's heart flutter.

"We know." Adora murmured, pressing a kiss to Catra's lips. "But still... be nice to yourself, kitty. You could totally be a princess."

Catra grinned, leaning back in Adora's arms.

"Oh you think so?" She teased, gladly taking the offered escape from the awkward silence.

Adora gave her an exasperated look, motioning to the book currently being held by Lance.

"That lady literally looks like you!" She argued.

"Yeah!" Glimmer agreed, waving her arms dramatically. "That could be you for all we know. If that's not your mom, I'll be damned."

Catra stood there pondering for a moment. She looked around the room.

"So, what now? How do we find out for sure? Are they even still alive? Where do we even find out that stuff. Halfmoon went into hiding. How do we know if they came out again?"

So many questions. Glimmer brought a hand to her chin, thinking. Then her face lit up.

"We could ask my dad. He's gotta know something." She suggested.

Micah was the king of Brightmoon while they were all babies. He could know about Halfmoon. Hopefully, even where to find them.

"Then let's head back to the palace." Bow stood up, joining the girls. His dads joined the group. Glimmer teleported them all back to Brightmoon palace.
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"Halfmoon?"

Micah blinked in surprise, looking around at the group. He hadn't expected that when they came looking for him.

Glimmer approached her dad with the book. Showing Micah what they'd came across, she looked at Catra.

"We think Catra's a princess."

Catra crossed her arms, irritated.

"Might be a princess. We don't know for sure." She corrected.

Glimmer ignored her sour tone, looking back at her dad, who was reading the page with astonishment. The man looked up at Catra and then at the book, then at Catra. He chuckled, amazement on his face.

"You might be on to something. You look just like Cy'"

"Who's Cy?" Catra raised a brow.

Micah paused before explaining.

"Oh, sorry. That's just my nickname for Cy'ra. I've called her that since Angie and I first met her."

"YOU KNOW HER?!"

Micah nodded, giving them all a weird look.

"Uh yeah. We're both rulers and our kingdoms are close to each other. Halfmoon is deep in the Whispering Woods. Technically, Angela and Cy'ra were closer friends. They-"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Adora cut him off, taking a step forward, shock on her face. "Halfmoon was in the Whispering Woods this whole time?"

Catra's home could be so close by and no one had the slightest clue. If the queens really were her mothers... did they know?

"Are you able to still communicate with Halfmoon?" George asked, still trying to digest that sudden realization. "Do you know if there is communication from Cy'ra?"

Micah scratched his beard, thinking.

"I can see what I can do. I'm sure there must be a way."

Catra's mind drowned out the voices. She numbly turned around, walking over to the doorway of the balcony. She slipped out into the warm, sunny day. Leaning her elbows on the balustrade of the railing, she rested her head on her arms, taking in deep breaths.

This was crazy. Her? A princess? It was hard to believe. What good had she done to deserve that sort of fairytale? How could someone like her come from such a family? Shadow Weaver would flip out if she was here. The woman would laugh and say it was impossible.

Catra didn't deserve that kind of life. She wasn't worthy. She-

The sound of familiar footsteps brought her out of her head. They footsteps stopped right beside Catra, a gentle hand on her back. Catra, already knowing who it was, didn't jump or flinch at the close contact.

"Hey. I came to check on you." Adora spoke, worry clear in her voice.

Catra exhaled through her nose before lifting her head. She looked out at the view before her.

"I'm just having a hard time processing it." She said truthfully. "It sounds insane. The resident Horde scum that had to go off the deep end in order to get a scrap of respect from the people she was raised by, turns out to be a princess. Kinda hard to connect the two."

Catra suddenly laughed softly.

"Is it possible? Can someone like me be royalty? I'm just me. Nothing special or amazing. Never have been."

"That's not true." Adora argued, sounding almost offended.

Catra pursed her lips together. She tried so hard for so long to fight the idea that she wasn't worthy of love and affection. The last few years while in the Horde, made it clear to her that she had believed Shadow Weaver all along. Deep down, she believed it.

"Maybe it is." She whispered.

Adora firmly moved Catra so they were facing each other, dead serious.

"It's not."

"Maybe it is."

Catra blinked back tears. She huffed, annoyed at her strongly emotional self. However, the train of thought didn't stop there.

"What if they are my parents but didn't think I was worth caring for? What if they didn't want me? What if I was rejected?"

Adora made a sound of disbelief.

"Catra, if they didn't want the princess, why is there a baby girl in the portrait? We don't know anything that happened that day? Don't talk like that. You are so worth loving and any queen or king or ruler would be damn lucky to have you as a daughter. Don't listen to Shadow Weaver. She's dead, so her words are too."

Catra looked into the determined eyes of her lover. Those blue eyes shone with love and stubbornness. Adora couldn't lie. She meant it. That warmed Catra's heart to know at least one of them believed in her. Catra smiled softly, clutching one of the hands holding onto her shoulders.

"Thank you."

Adora returned the smile.

"Thank me when we find them. Micah said he'll try to get a message to Queen Cy'ra. It might take a few days to hear back from her."

Catra took in the information, nodding slowly. She snickered.

"Ok. So, we wait and see. No rush. Just the answer that could turn my world upside down forever."

Catra crossed her arms loosely, smirking. Adora rolled her eyes, but glad to see Catra feeling better.

"I think we'll survive. C'mon. We've been gone long enough. I'm hungry."

Catra snorted, following Adora back inside.
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The next few days passed slowly. Almost every waking moment, Catra was thinking of what the response from Halfmoon would be. It left a permanent nervous feeling in her gut. Adora and their friends tried to distract her by going about their normal routine of work and relaxing, but it hardly did any good.

The rest of the Princess Alliance were just as anxious for answers. Scorpio ranted on and on about them possibly being princess buddies. The others theorized on what powers the Magicat rune stone would give her. They settled on fire. Catra thought that sounded cool.  It definitely went with her red and black aesthetic. Frosta and Mermista weren't happy with that assumption, though it made even more sense.

It was only when Micah came to find them, holding a rolled up piece of paper in his hand. He walked in to see them all lounging about. Snacking, gossiping about whatever, napping even. When Catra saw Micah, she immediately knew what he was going to say. She sat up quickly, getting the attention of Adora, who Catra had been laying her head on.

Adora looked over at Micah as well, piecing together the unspoken news herself. She excitedly looked to Catra.

"They replied." Adora gushed, watching Catra's reaction.

That stopped everything. Everyone looked over at Adora and Catra, seeing Catra's nervous expression, then at Micah. Glimmer and Bow stood up in excitement.

"Well?" Glimmer asked.

Micah laughed at the eagerness of everyone.

"Cy'ra told me that Halfmoon is accepting visitors from Brightmoon now that the war is over. I told her I'd bring the heroes that saved the universe. The queens want to personally thank you guys."

Micah clasped his hands behind his back, grinning.

"I didn't tell them about Catra. I think it would be better for you to be there and so they can see you for themselves, hm?"

"Oh cool! We get to go to Halfmoon!" Scorpia cheered.

"When do we leave?" Bow asked.

Micah checked over the scroll.

"Tomorrow."

Everyone started to talk about how exciting it was. Catra on the other hand was sitting there, her heart racing. So soon. A nuzzle on her legs made Catra blink, her focus back in reality. Melog rubbed against her, clearly feeling her anxiety.

"Hey." She heard someone say to her. Raising her head, Catra met gazes with Adora. Adora squeezed her hand supportively, always a beacon of comfort for Catra during these times. Catra sighed.

"Tomorrow." She repeated. "I find out whether or not I have queens for moms tomorrow."

Adora smiled sympathetically. She leaned in and kissed Catra's cheek.

"If it turns out you're not a princess, you'll still be a princess in my eyes."

Catra giggled at the sappy compliment.

"Dork."

Adora pressed another kiss on her cheek, wrapping an arm around Catra's waist.

"I know."
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"Ok, so I know that I said I was excited to go, but come on. This is taking forever."

Mermista rolled her eyes, glancing back at Glimmer and Bow who were lagging behind the group.

"Pipe down, Glimmer. This isn't my idea of fun either."

"You know you didn't have to come with, right?" Catra asked them, feeling slightly guilty for inconveniencing her friends. "The only reason we're here is because of me, so don't feel obligated to stay. This is my thing. None of you have to stay with me if you don't want to."

Adora was standing beside Catra, giving the two other women a certain look, motioning her head to Catra in a silent request. Both Glimmer and Mermista relaxed. Glimmer smiled supportively, teleporting to Catra's side.

"We know this is important to you. We wouldn't miss this for the world."

Catra softly smiled, relieved that she wouldn't be losing any of her support system on that day.

"C'mon!" Micah called from up ahead. "Don't get lost!"

They all hurried to catch up. Their trek through the Whispering Woods was much more pleasant now that the forrest was full of pure magic and color and light. It made it look less intimidating. Less deadly.

The group suddenly came across four Magicats. They appeared to be standing guard, spears in hand, two on either side of a wall of vines. They were wearing clothing that looked simple and matched their environment, along with metal armor along their chest, shoulders and arms. Tunics and tight fitting pants. The Magicats were probably expecting them, considering they were just standing in plain sight.

Catra had to pause for a moment, her eyes looking over the guards. She'd never come across others of her species like them. It was weird. Continuing to walk, she met up with Adora and Micah, who were addressing the guards.

"Queen Cy'ra is expecting you." One guard, with a gruff voice, said. "Follow us. We'll escort you."

Two of the guards standing closed to the arch way walked through the wall of vines. The Brightmoon group followed closely. They entered a short, stone tunnel. Coming out the other side, they couldn't help but stop and gawk.

"Catra." Adora gasped, looking around.

Catra couldn't believe her eyes. A whole civilization. Buildings, rivers, bridges. It was a private society, full of nothing but Magicats. Folks going about their daily life, sparring, carrying children, gathered in small groups just hanging out. There were bonfires with people roasting something that smelled delicious. People that looked just like her. It was pretty overwhelming.

"Hey."

Catra turned her head. Micah was looking right at her, smiling excitedly.

"I can't imagine how you must be feeling." He said. "Pretty astonishing, huh?"

Catra swallowed thickly, not able to find the words. She simply nodded, looking back to take it all in. She suddenly noticed that people were looking back at her. She could see some talking amongst themselves, eyes flashing over to her. It made her feel self-conscious, wondering what was being said.

Turning away, she looked at Micah, uncomfortable.

"Um, let's just keep going." She suggested.

Adora placed a hand on her lower back, walking beside her. They continued on, walking through the city.

"Wow. This is amazing." Bow said, eyes wide in amazement.

"Can you believe you might've come from here?" Scorpia asked, looking over at Catra. "This is so exciting!"

Catra forced herself to smile, trying to seem happy instead of an anxious mess. Adora's arm around her tightened, showing her support. It definitely helped Catra.

The guards led them towards what obviously was the royal palace. The humongous structure was at the center of the city, almost like a pyramid. The rivers ran around the palace, splitting into multiple streams through the rest of the city. Must've been the water source. It towered over every other part of the city. There were multiple balconies and doorways. Guards were stationed at each entrance, just like any other castle they'd seen.

The guards stationed at the main entrance of the palace saluted to the ones that had greeted the Brightmoon visitors.

"They are here to see the queens. Royal family of Brightmoon, She-ra, and the Princess Alliance of Etheria." One said.

Another guard nodded in affirmative. She turned them.

"Your Majesties." The woman greeted Micah and Glimmer with a bow.

Then turned to the rest of them.

"Your highnesses."

Catra wanted to correct them, tell them she wasn't a royal, but kept her mouth shut. No point, especially she wasn't actually confident that she wasn't a princess.

"Follow me." The guard instructed before turning and walking into the castle.

Entering the palace, Catra noticed it was lit with torches. Walking along the stone hallways, they came across more and more activity. Soon, more halls crossed their path, showing more people and rooms. Coming to an open space, looking around, they could see it was the throne room. Stairs descended down to the main floor of the room. The room layout was huge. There were stairs that descended from the above floor in each corner. There were a partial wall above, so you could look down at the throne room from the higher floor.

The throne room itself was spacious. There were two thrones that stood above on a square-shaped platform, a few small steps lead to up the platform. There were guards on each corner of the steps, facing outwards to keep watch of the surrounding space.

The light of the fire torches made it all more intimidating. Glancing up at the very high ceiling, Catra could see that there were air vents across the ceiling. Smart.

"Your majesties. The visitors from Brightmoon have arrived."

Catra snapped back to attention. She walked closer to the front of the group, to where Micah, Glimmer, Bow and Adora stood. Taking her place between Adora and Bow, Catra followed Micah's lead, bowing.

"Thank you for welcoming us, Your Majesty." Micah spoke.

"Oh please, Micah. You're an old friend of mine. No need for all that." A female voice spoke up, amusement in her voice.

Catra lifted her eyes. There before them, were two women, just as regal and strong as their portrait. Queen Cy'ra and Queen Katherine.

Micah stood up straight. He approached the women. The three embraced one another. The queens smiled, happy to see Micah.

"It's been so long." Queen Cy'ra said, hugging the king tightly.

Micah laughed lightly, pulling away, holding the two women at arms' length.

"You're as beautiful as ever." He complimented. "It's good to see you again."

Turning to the other queen, he kissed her hand.

"Is she treating you well?" He teased, smirking.

Katherine laughed, her wife scowling beside her. Katherine nodded her head.

"She's as stubborn and high maintenance as always, Micah. How is your wife?"

An awkward silence fell upon the room. Micah smiled sadly.

"I lost her during the war. It's a long story, but she chose to sacrifice herself and I've since made peace with it all."

The queens' faces fell, sympathy written on them. Catra felt her stomach do something painful, the familiar guilt rising up. How would these women feel about her when they realize she was responsible for a death of a friend? It made Catra want to disappear. She shrunk back minutely. A hand on her back stopped her. Turning her head, she saw Adora looking at her.

"Hey, it's ok. You know no one blames you." Adora whispered, leaning in. "You're alright."

"Yeah, Horde Scum."

Looking to the other side, she saw Glimmer peering around Bow, smiling at her.

"Don't worry about it. If it comes down to it, we'll defend you if they want to say anything. We've got your back. Plus, us world disaster creators stick together, right?"

Catra snickered. She smiled, relieved to hear that reminder. It eased the swirling storm of nerves.

"I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Queen Glimmer." Micah then said.

Micah turned to the group. Glimmer smiled and stepped up. Bowing, she looked up at the two women.

"Pleasure to meet you, your majesties."

Cy'ra and Katherine smiled at her, nodding back.

"My how you've grown." Cy'ra said, approaching Glimmer.

Observing the younger queen, Cy'ra sighed softly.

"You look just like Angela. Last I saw you, you were only a year old. I must be getting old."

Glimmer's eyes lit up at the compliment. She always felt proud when someone said about her and her mom.

"You and mom were best friends?" She asked.

The older woman nodded, softly smiling.

"Yes. I'd be glad to tell you more later, if you'd like. Angie and I had so many shared experiences. She was a lot more chill back then, you know."

A mischievous glint sparked in her heterochromatic eyes. Glimmer nodded eagerly.

"Oh sure. I'd love that, your majesty."

Cy'ra smirked. It was identical to Catra. No one spoke up on the shared realization. Cy'ra turned to her wife, motioning for her to come over. Katherine walked over to Cy'ra and Glimmer.

"It's very nice to meet you." Katherine smiled. "Your mother always spoke of you while you were very young. She loved you very much. Amazing woman."

Glimmer nodded agreement.

"Would you like to meet my boyfriend?"

The two Magicats lit up.

"Yes!" Cy'ra gushed, much more like a teenager than a queen.

Bow approached them. Bowing respectfully, he greeted them.

"This is Bow. His dads are actually historians."

Lance and George stepped forward eagerly. Bowing as well, George couldn't help but gush.

"It's an honor to be here, Your Majesties. Might I say that your civilization is very impressive. It's amazing how you've managed to fit such a complex city and keep it hidden here. We would be honored to be able to eventually have a tour. Updating our records on Magicats and such would be very beneficial for our research, if you don't mind."

The two queens looked at each other, a silent conversation going on.

"Sure." Cy'ra replied. "You're welcome to come and take a look around any time. It would be nice to finally have outsiders come and visit once more now that the war is won."

Micah grinned. "Speaking of the war, I want to introduce the person who, without her, none of this would be possible."

Glancing at Adora, he nodded for her to greet the queens. Catra released Adora, stepping back. Adora stepped up, then bowed deeply in front of the queens.

"This is Princess Adora of Eternia, also known as She-ra, the princess of power."

Cy'ra and Katherine deeply bowed.

"We are forever in your debt, Princess Adora. Thank you for all you've done. Thank you for coming." Katherine said.

Adora blushed, awkward at the attention. She smiled bashfully.

"It wasn't just me. It took all of us. All the princesses fought hard and made sacrifices during the war."

"Ah, yes, the Princess Alliance." Cy'ra said, her ears raising in contentment.

Micah introduced each of the princesses.

"Each of them made our victory possible. However, none of that would have mattered without She-ra." Micah spoke, just like he did during speeches during celebration they had held.

Adora cut in.

"Actually, it wasn't just me." She gently disagreed.

Cy'ra and Katherine gave her a curious look. Adora confidently smiled.

"I think we can all agree that there is someone who without her, none of us would be alive right now. She's the real hero to me."

Catra tensed up, looking down at the floor. Adora was talking about her. Catra didn't need to look up to know everyone was looking at her. Peeking up at Adora, she saw Adora holding her hand out, patiently waiting for her to gather her courage. Slowly, Catra padded over to stand beside Adora. She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants.

"This is my girlfriend, Catra. We grew up together." Adora said, rubbing her thumb over the back of Catra's hand.

Looking back at the Magicat monarchs, Adora steeled herself.

"We were raised in the Horde as children after being taken from our families as kids."

Adora could see the slight darkening in the queens' gazes.

"The Horde raised us along with Princess Scorpia, as soldiers, telling us that we were on the right side and other lies. We both left at different times. I left when Glimmer, Bow and I met. It was much harder for Catra to leave, but now we're both trying to help heal all the damage that was done by the Horde. Catra herself has definitely made such a personal change to be better and undo all of the lies and abuse, and I couldn't be prouder of her."

Looking at said girl, she could see how nervous Catra was feeling.

"It caused us to fight on opposite sides for a bit. The person who raised us, Shadow Weaver. She..."

Catra inhaled sharply at the mention. She dug her claws into the palms of her trembling hands. Micah himself shifted uncomfortably. He decided to continue on for the girls.

"She was abusive and manipulative towards everyone she met." He took over, knowing how hard the topic was for them still. "Shadow Weaver was a mage that was corrupted by power. She was second in command in the Horde, raising the children. Her methods were cruel, indeed. It's amazing how kind and wonderful these kids turned out despite her treatment towards these two."

Adora looked at Catra who had her head bowed, her bangs hiding her face. She was obviously trying to hide, not wanting to look at the queens yet, stalling for time.

Adora's gaze fell to the floor. She squeezed Catra's hand, before talking again.

"She turned Catra and I against our whole lives. She treated Catra horribly and treated me like her favorite."

When Catra didn't stop her, Adora took that as permission to keep going.

"I didn't know Shadow Weaver was abusing her and she didn't know I was being manipulated. I was just told that she was just lazy or something while she thought that I was the golden kid. I was trying to protect her but it didn't work in the end of it all. When I became She-ra and defected to the Rebellion, I hadn't realized I broke a promise to her. That's all I can tell you. It would be better for Catra to tell you her side herself. It's very complicated, your majesties. So, please keep an open mind. It wasn't anyone's fault here. Not completely, at least."

Adora pursed her lips together, feeling like she'd said too much. Glancing at Catra, she saw the younger woman fidgeting. Adora looked at Micah. The king took a breath.

"Cyra." He said gently, getting the woman's attention on him. "The reason why we're here is actually because of Catra. Um..."

Cy'ra's brows furrowed in confusion before looking at the withdrawn younger feline.

"Where are you from, my dear?" She asked. "You're obviously a Magicat."

Catra shrugged, lifting her head a little.

"I don't know, your majesty. I was raised in the Horde. Shadow Weaver, the woman who raised me, she... she said she found me in a box in the Fright Zone."

Catra looked up at the queen to see her reaction. Cy'ra was staring at her, frozen, like she'd seen a ghost.

"Catra isn't even my real name." Catra continued on shakily. "Adora picked it for me the day we met, because I couldn't remember it."

Cy'ra's eyes went to her wife. Katherine had a similar look of utter shock. She firmly took Cy'ra by the hand, holding her gaze, as of having a mental conversation, multiple emotions in their eyes. Then, they both looked at Catra. Tears ran down Cy'ra face as she stared at Catra with an emotion that no one could quite pinpoint. The air was tense, awaiting a reaction.

Cy'ra looked at Micah, her ears folding against her head. Micah gave her a questioning look.

"Is she..?"

The question hung in the silence. Cy'ra looked back at Catra. The two stared at one another. Catra couldn't help but feel a sense familiarity looking into those eyes.

"I can't believe it." Katherine breathed.

Cy'ra and Katherine took a step towards Catra. Catra quickly backed up.

"Did you want me?" She demanded to know, making the women stop in their tracks.

They were taken aback by the sudden question. Catra looked at the queens, tears in her intense gaze. She hugged herself, torn.

"Did you want me?" She repeated. "Everyone told me my whole life that no one could ever want me. That I couldn't be loved. That you didn't want me and got rid of me."

Her breathing hitched. Catra wiped her face, sniffling. She pressed herself against Adora, purring to comfort herself. Being close to Adora helped her to stay strong.

"Did you want me or do you not want me to be here? Cuz I can go if that's what you wanted all along. I need to know right now, because I have been waiting for this day my whole life. I won't bother you again."

Catra choked on a sob. She pushed it down, keeping her face as calm as a possible. She didn't want to cry in front of everyone, but it was all too much. No one said anything.

"So, did you want me?"

She knew she must look like a scared child. That's how she felt. Small, insecure, scared. Queen Cy'ra shook herself out of her shock. Walking slowly up to Catra, the queen knelt down in front of her. The woman slowly reached out and touched Catra's cheek.

The gentle touch soothed Catra. She knew this touch. She could never forget it. Leaning into the hand, Catra's body let go some of her tenseness.

"Catrina..." Cy'ra gave a watery smile. "We have never wanted anything in this universe more than we wanted you."

Catra felt her chest tightening once again. A sob escaped her mouth.

"Mami?"

Cy'ra let out a broken gasp, opening her arms. Catra fell into them, hugging her mother tightly, sobbing violently. Her face buried into Cy'ra's neck, breathing in her scent. It was. It was her mom. Catra straddled her mom, letting her rock them back and forth. Another pair of arms wrapped around them. Another strong scent filled Catra's senses. Another familiar scent. She knew this scent. There was no doubt about it now. She'd found her parents.

"My sweet baby. Oh, mi niña. Todo esta bien." Cy'ra sniffled. "Mi princesa. I'm so sorry, baby. Please forgive me. We searched for you. I promise you we did. We're here now, Catrina. I love you so much, mi vida."

Catra couldn't stop crying. All the things she had dreamt of hearing her whole life was being said to her, and Cy'ra meant it. Catra suddenly felt the soft, soothing rumbling of purring coming from the two older women. The sensation, soothed her crying. Wiping her face, Catra sniffled. Lifting her head up, she looked between the two women.

"I can't believe it." She said. "I don't even know what to say."

Katherine giggled wetly. "Come on. Let's get you all situated in our room. We have much to talk about. I'm sure you all have questions."

After another minute of holding, the reunited family pulled apart.

Cy'ra peppered Catra's face with kisses. Catra couldn't help but smile and blush. This much affection was a little overwhelming but she was too happy and emotional to really care.

"C'mon, baby." Cy'ra cooed.

They stood up, the queens unwilling to let Catra go. Catra didn't make any move to try and move away.

The queens took them all to a cozier room, full of lounging beds and chairs. Servants were called. A banquet was prepared. In the mean time, the royal advisors were assembled. The advisors took one look at Catra and knew it right away.

"How is it possible?" One short and plump male magicat asked, staring in shock at Catra.

"Is it truly her?" Another official asked, slight skeptical. "Where has she been this whole time? Why now?"

Catra squirmed under all the scrutiny. All these strangers questioning her existence and validity, which was fair but uncomfortable to hear. She looked over at her friends for help. Adora took the hint, nudging George and Lance, letting them speak up. They explained all that happened the day before at their library. They showed the Magicats the books and scroll Catra had come across, scattering them across a nearby table, letting them see for themselves.

Cy'ra and Katherine, flipping through the books, smiled at the portrait in the textbook. They sat down on a couch, looking over the picture of themselves.

"I remember that." Cy'ra snorted. "Catrina was only a baby."

"So, it's true." George said, taking the book back. "Catra really is Princess Catrina."

Both Magicat queens nodded, smiling happily.

"Yes!" Glimmer and Scorpia cheered joyfully, attracting the attention of everyone.

Scorpia turned to Catra, beaming.

"This is great, Wildcat! Oh I'm so happy for you."

Scorpia scooped Catra up in a hug. Catra smiled, hugging back.

"Crazy, huh?" Catra said.

Scorpia put her back on her feet, scoffing.

"Oh stop it you! You were always a princess to us. You're wonderful."

Catra felt herself blushing in embarrassment. She waved a hand dismissively.

"I'm ok." She said, rubbing her neck bashfully.

Perfuma came to stop Scorpia from going on a full on rant. Scorpia settled down eventually. Glimmer hugged her next.

"Look at that, Horde Scum." She teased, smirking. "You're a princess now."

Catra groaned. "Sparkles, I swear to the gods, I will end you if you keep this shit up."

"Ha!" Katherine whirled around, pointing at Cy'ra. "I told you she would end up like you!" She boasted. "She gets that language from you."

Cy'ra scowled, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up." She hissed, with no actual bite to her words. "It get the point across better."

Catra beamed.

"That's what I always say to Adora!" She exclaimed.

Turning to her girlfriend, Catra stuck her tongue out.

"See?"

Adora laughed, shaking her head.

"You really are a D'riluth."

Suddenly she gasped.

"Catra! You have a last name now!"

Catra's eyes widened at the realization. Adora was right.

"Oh shit. I have a last name."

Cy'ra frowned.

"Yeah. Did you not have one before? What did you call yourself?"

Catra and Adora looked at each other. Catra shrugged.

"Catra." She said like it was obvious.

"Well, what did your guardians call you?" Katherine asked.

Catra snorted.

"What didn't they call me?"

Adora raised a brow.

"Babe.." she warned, knowing where this was going.

"Stupid, whore, slut, waste of space, trash, worthless, beast, mangy cat, Adora's pet, disgusting creature, Commander Catra, lazy, insolent brat, bitch, useless, unloveable, furball, ungrateful child, evil, cum slut, ugly, corrupted, pathetic, trash, weakling-"

"Ok ok ok!" Bow cut her off in a panic, not wanting to hear anymore. "You know that's not what they meant, Cat. Damn."

Catra shrugged, unbothered.

"Technically that's what they called me in the Horde. At least, Shadow Weaver, other cadets, and Hordak."

"We know that, but still." Perfuma said. "We're trying to get you to not think those thoughts because they're not true."

Catra huffed.

"I mean..." she trailed off, shrugging.

Perfuma gave her a leveled glare. Catra hid behind Adora, avoiding eye contact. Adora gave her her own disapproving look. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Adora pulled her in to kiss her cheek.

"You're beautiful and amazing and kind and lovable and smart and worthy of all good things. Ok?"

Catra sighed dramatically.

"Fine. Let's get back to the Shadow Weaver thing. My moms are watching."

Cy'ra and Katherine were watching. They looked pissed.

"And who was it that made you think all of those terrible things about yourself? Who do we have to thank for that lovely rant you went on?" Cy'ra asked, trying to appear nonchalant, but was observing her sharp claws like a weapon.

Catra smiled, glad they cared so much about her.

"Don't worry, your majesties." She said. "She's dead anyway. Died during the end of war. Saved my skin at the last second. So, she did one good thing in her life, even if it was so she could be remembered as a hero and so we'd have to see her a somewhat good in the end."

Catra huffed. She crossed her arms, her tail lashing.

"Bitch did us all a favor by dying." She muttered angrily.

Adora hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything to add.

"Well, good riddance." Cy'ra grumbled, standing to her feet. "If I were to meet her I'd kill her on sight."

Catra rubbed the back of her neck absentmindedly, suddenly feeling a familiar feeling. This happened nearly every time one of their names was brought up. She ran her fingertips over the scar at the back of her neck.

Vivid memories flashed through her mind. She felt the reoccurring ghost sensations in her body. It grew in intensity, until Catra violently threw herself to her knees.

"No!" She shouted.

She curled up in a ball, hands over her head. Catra whimpered, shaking her head slowly. Fear gripped her, keeping her frozen on the ground.

"Catra, hey. Can you hear me?"

Adora was kneeling down beside her. Catra gave a guttural whine in response, letting her know she could hear her.

"Can I touch you?" Adora asked, her voice quiet and close.

"Mhm." Catra replied, not being able to move.

Adora's muscular arms wrapped around Catra, a hand rubbing her back soothingly.

"It's ok, baby. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you. None of us will."

"What happened?" Cy'ra asked. "Is she alright?"

"Flashbacks." Perfuma replied. "She's having a traumatic episode."

Catra felt embarrassed by her episode. In front of her moms, too. Now they knew how fucked up she was. Not princess material. A piece of work. At least, they got it out of the way. No surprises.

Catra suddenly felt nudging and gentle pawing. Melog. When had they even left? The alien cat rubbed their cheek against Catra, blocking her head from whatever threat her mind was thinking of.

"Hey, buddy." Catra said, her voice muffled. "I'm ok. Just had some scary memories. Don't hurt anyone."

Melog mewled in response.

"Can you sit up?" Adora asked, continuing to rub her back.

Catra sighed. She couldn't move. Her joints were locked in fear or shock of her episode. She was frozen in place.

"Can't." She muttered. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, kitten. It's not your fault." Adora replied. "Guys, can you help me get her up out of this position so we can do deep pressure therapy?"

Footsteps came to her side.

"We're gonna touch you, ok Catra?" Bow gave a heads up. "Me, Perfuma and Scorpia."

Catra gave an affirmative hum. Bow and Adora gripped her shoulders. Adora wrapped an arm around her waist. Gentle hands pried Catra's clawed hands off of her head. She was lifted over from her fetal position. The familiar pincers held her numbed body up while Adora got her legs out from underneath her. Adora lifted her up from the floor, bridal style.

"How you feeling, baby?"

Catra quirked an eyebrow as a way to shrug since her shoulders felt like bricks were weighing them down.

"Not good. Where're my moms?" She muttered

Adora smiled. She walked over a couch, lying Catra on it. Melog jumped, lying on top of Catra's body. Adora looked over at Catra's moms. They were sitting there, having just witnessed all that.

"Does that happen a lot?" Katherine asked, slowly getting up, holding her wife's hand, looking over at her daughter, clearly concerned.

"Yeah. It happens to me too sometimes, but Catra gets them more often. We're learning to manage it in our own ways. Sometimes, there's not much we can do."

Cy'ra stood up and walked over to Adora. She placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you." She said earnestly. "For being there for her when we weren't. Thank you for keeping her safe. I may not know the full story, but I can see how much you love Catrina. You're good for each other. I'm glad she has you for a girlfriend."

Moving to sit at the edge of the couch, Cy'ra brushed Catra's hair out of her face. Catra moved her head to the side, looking up at her mom.

"I can't imagine what you went through." Cy'ra sighed, shaking her head. "Raised as a child soldier and tortured for no reason. I'm sorry that happened to you, baby. You didn't deserve any of it. No child does."

Catra blinked slowly, bringing a hand up to pet Melog's side.

"Sorry you had to see that." Catra said. "I don't know what happened there. It's not usually that quick to happen. Talking about her doesn't always upset me so much."

"Never apologize for something like that." Katherine said. "It wasn't your fault. We don't think any less of you." 

That seemed to surprise Catra.

"You don't?" She whispered, her voice small.

Cy'ra shook her head.

"I meant when I said there's nothing in this universe that we love more than you. No trauma could make us love you less. It only shows how strong you are and how much you've gone through. We're here to help you any way we can, sweetie. Anything at all, we're here."

Catra smiled. She slowly pushed herself up to a sitting, her movements slow and sluggish. Melog shrug, staying on her lap. Catra let herself be held by her mom. This wasn't so bad. She could get used to this.
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Catra couldn't stop staring at herself in a mirror. The Halfmoon usual garments were definitely comfy, yet easy to move in. The blood red tight top and pants she had on were similar to her own style, but also not. Her stomach was exposed. The sleeves on the top were short, just like her Horde outfit. The pants were baggy, but hugged her body firmly at the waist and ankles. Her mane and fur were brushed and shiny with the shampoos her moms used.

She really looked like a princess, but cooler.
It would take some getting used to, but looked cool.

Catra smiled, twirling around.

"Sweet. I love it." She said, glancing over to the head royal tailor.

The head tailor, Ka'al, was a young man only about a decade older than Catra. He was pretty spunky and had been excited to meet her. The two of them got along immediately.

"It was my pleasure, your highness. You are stunning in that attire." He gushed. "I can't wait to create a whole wardrobe for you."

Ka'al was one of those people who got along with everyone. He loved to create things, very artsy. Catra felt comfortable around him. He had made it clear that he was gay and had a husband, so Adora didn't feel weird having him handling Catra's clothing. Catra was quick to start trusting him seeing her change clothes. Communal showers in the Horde destroyed any form of awkwardness of others seeing her naked, anyway.

"I mean, I'm not one for fashion." Catra laughed. "But I guess I can stand to see what you'll come up with. I'll trust your judgement as long as you don't throw in tons of puffy, fancy dresses."

Ka'al gave a disgusted face.

"Oh please, your highness, that is not your style. I couldn't bear to have you in that kind of design. It would shame my reputation. I only make clothing that I know would compliment the owner."

He clapped his hands, taking a final look. Adjusting a bit here and there, Ka'al smiled brightly.

"There. Now, let's show your mothers and friends."

The man led her out of the room, down to where everyone was waiting. Ka'al walked in first.

"Her royal highness, Princess Catrina D'riluth." He announced dramatically.

Catra rolled her eyes, strutting into the room. Everyone exploded into whistles and oohing and compliments. Catra laughed, looking over at Ka'al.

"I think they like it." She said teasingly.

Ka'al smiled. He turned to the audience.

"What do you think, your majesties?" He asked Cy'ra and Katherine.

Both women looked awestruck. Smiling, eyes looking over Catra's outfit.

"It looks amazing, Ka'al. You've really done a great job." Katherine commented.

Catra walked over to her friends. She laughed when she saw at Adora's face. Her eyes couldn't look away. It made Catra feel good about herself.

"Like it?" Catra snorted.

Scorpia approached her.

"You look amazing, Cat. Look at you."

Glimmer snickered. "Princess." She taunted.

Catra stuck her tongue out at the young queen.

"Can it, sparkles." She grumbled.

Bow got in between the two.

"You look so good!" He gushed, squealing. "Yasss! Doesn't she look great, guys?"

Agreement came from all around. Turning to Adora, Catra smiled, suddenly shy.

"Hey, Adora."

Adora was grinning at her. She threw her arms around Catra.

"You look so beautiful!" She said. "Like... wow."

Catra's blush deepened.

"You think so?"

Adora kissed her cheek, holding her by the waist.

"Totally gorgeous, princess."

Catra groaned, glaring at Adora. Adora just giggled.

"There's something missing."

Everyone turned to look at Cy'ra. Cy'ra stood up. Walking over to a dresser, she knelt down and pulled open the bottom drawer. She took out large wooden box.

"This is Catrina's." She said, standing to her feet, the box in hand.

Walking over to Ka'al, she opened the box, showing him what was inside. The tailor gasped, looking from inside the box to Cy'ra.

"May I?" Ka'al asked.

Cy'ra smiled and nodded. Ka'al reached in and took out a golden circlet. He held it delicately, showing it to the everyone.

"We've kept this crown for when you were older." Cy'ra explained, smiling sadly. "I never thought we'd ever get to see you wear it."

Ka'al walked over to Catra, motioning for her to turn around. Catra did as told, turning. Ka'al placed the crown on her head, adjusting her mane so it rested comfortably and sturdy on her head.

Bow started to visibly tear up, being comforted by Glimmer and Adora. Scorpia was in the same state. Ka'al finally stepped back.

"Take a look." He said.

Catra turned to the full body mirror. The crown was... beautiful. A golden circlet and resting against her forehead was a teardrop shaped turquoise and amber colored stone.

In the mirror, Catra saw her moms come up behind her.

"Beautiful." Katherine sighed, smiling proudly.

"That stone is a piece of the rune stone." Cy'ra told Catra. "So you'll have a piece of your home with you. So, you can keep your connection to the runestone strong."

Catra's brows raised with interest.

"We have a runestone?" She asked.

"Mhm. C'mon."

Catra turned to follow her moms. She looked excitedly at the other princesses. Taking Adora and Scorpia by the hand/claw, she dragged them after her moms out the room.
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Catra blinked, taking in the sight before her. The runestone was just like the stone in her crown. Mixed with amber and turquoise colors into one large gem. It floated in midair, its glow resembled the glow of a fire.

"The tiger's flame." George breathed, completely in awe.

"It's beautiful." Lance said, his voice wavering.

Cy'ra hummed in amusement.

"This is has been what gives us the power to protect our kingdom. It gives the royal family the flame of the sun in order to protect people."

Catra looked the crystal up and down, a hand on her hip.

"So, how do I connect with it?"

Katherine laughed. "As impatient as your mom. Come stand over here."

Catra took her place between her parents, facing the Tiger's flame.

"Now, close your eyes. Relax and breathe. Hold out your hand."

Catra followed instructions, eyes closed. It felt a lot like meditating. Her arm extended towards the runestone.

"Feel the heat rise from your stomach and spread like fire through your being."

Catra concentrated.

"Just think of a flame and your desire to connect with the runestone."

She wanted this. To connect to the runestone, to her family, her people. She wanted to be the princess she never knew she could. To prove everyone who ever said she wouldn't ever be anything but evil.

A heat grew at the bottom of her stomach. It crept up to her chest. Warmth spread throughout her whole body, over her arms and legs, her tail and head. It felt like a warm hug. As if life was being poured into her. It felt.... indescribable. Safe, strong, warm, like a friend she'd always known.

"Now, think of a small flame in the middle of your palm."

A flame. Like a candle.

A sudden warmth was felt in the palm of her hand. Catra took a peek. She gasped. A flame was dancing in her hand. Catra took a step back, staring at it. She did it.

"Uh, guys?."

A hand on her shoulder brought her attention away from the flame. Cy'ra smiled proudly at her.

"Good job, kit. You did it on your first try. Lucky you."

Catra smiled, hearing the praise. She felt proud of herself.

"Good job, Catra!" Adora cheered.

Catra turned to her friends and girlfriend.

"So cool!" Glimmer squealed.

Catra smirked. "Aw you think I'm cool."

Walking quickly up to Adora, Catra squealed in excitement, taking Adora's hands.

"I did it! Did you see that?!" She gushed.

Adora giggled.

"I saw, kitten. That was amazing! I'm so happy for you."

Catra tackled Adora in a hug, both of them laughing.
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Catra examined her new bedroom, walking through the large suite. Her moms gave it to her, in case she ever decided to stay overnight. Catra liked it.

It was all earthy colors. Her bed was huge but not squishy like the ones Brightmoon. The room was spacious as well. The carpeted floors were a welcomed change. The coolness of the palace made up for being in the middle of the woods. Catra walked over at the bed and sat down on the edge. Her desk was right in front of it. A huge rectangular mirror hung above it on the wall.

Catra looked at her reflection. Catra had thought that wearing these new clothes would make it impossible to recognize herself, but it didn't. She still looked like Catra, but with a crown. She had always feared that she wouldn't like who she was if she got used to life in a palace. Now, that she was a royal herself...

A knock on wood brought Catra out of her thoughts. Looking over at the door, she relaxed when she saw it was Adora.

The sight of her made Catra smile.

"Hey."

Adora smiled walking in. She joined Catra, sitting beside her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I was looking for you." She whispered. "Nice room."

Catra nodded.

Adora pulled away enough to look at her face.

"What's wrong?" Adora asked.

Catra sighed. Nothing got past Adora. Not when it came to Catra. Cute, but annoying at times.

"I just... I'm just a little overwhelmed, I guess. I'm a princess and have parents now. The perfect life, but I can't help but feel like I won't be what being a princess entails. I'm not princess material. I've never had parents or people who looked like me. It's all so much. What if I can't handle it?"

Catra brought her knees to up her hug them. Adora huffed.

"That's crazy, babe." She said, shaking her head. Catra looked at the blonde princess.

"Catra. I don't think anyone here is expecting anything from you. Your moms understand that you've grown up an orphan soldier. They just got you back after sixteen years. They wouldn't place a bunch of expectations on you on day one. It's gonna take time to get to know them again. That's ok."

Catra bit her lip, her gaze lowering to the floor. A hand on her chin lifted it back up so they made eye contact.

"Halfmoon would be lucky to have you as a princess. You've got what it takes. You're already Brightmoon's royal advisor. You're practically queen without the title."

Catra smiled at the joke. Adora's face softened once again.

"You don't need to be anything but yourself and to trust yourself. Plus, you're not alone, Cat. You've got me and Bow and Glimmer, and Scorpia. Micah, Lance and George love you like family. We all are here for you, Catra and we'll be here to help you through it all, just like you're there for me when I'm on Eternia. I'm not exactly princess material."

Catra laughed. "You're an idiot."

Adora grinned. She pecked Catra's lips, humming lovingly.

"I know, but you're a walking disaster."

Catra rolled her eyes. She got to her feet, looking herself in the mirror. She smiled, standing tall.

"If you say so." She said. "I think I can do this."

Adora stood up, looking in the mirror as well.

"I know you'll be great." She said honestly, taking Catra's hand.

Bringing it to her lips, Adora kissed the back of her hand.

"Your highness, princess Catrina."

Catra cringed at the name. Laughing, she shook her head.

"How about you stick to Catra? My moms can call me Catrina."

Adora pondered for a moment.

"Deal. I like Catra better. My Catra."

Catra felt her chest warm up. Gods, she loved this woman.

"There you two are."

Both princesses turned to the doorway. Their friends and Catra's moms were there.

"We were about to go out and explore the city." Bow said. "C'mon."

"And i demand more time with my daughter." Cy'ra said, arms crossed.

Catra rolled her eyes. She and Adora followed the group out of the room. Cy'ra wrapped an arm around Catra's shoulder, giving her a side hug.

Catra smiled. With her moms on one side, Adora's hand in hers, and her friends around her, Catra felt like her heart was whole. She felt happier and lighter than she'd ever felt in her life. She had to be the luckiest girl in the world.

After a lifetime of pain and loneliness, she finally had a family that loved her, that embraced her openly.

She was wanted.

That was all she needed and more.

So yeah. Sorry for the long chapter, but lemme know what you think :)