When Im Loving You- Princess Margaret
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Word count- 1945
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Laying in bed, one that I may add seems way too big, but is comfortable nonetheless, I can hear the storm getting stronger outside of a luxury hotel in California. Although the wind is harsh, the branches striking the windows, raindrops mercilessly falling against the roof and the ground, I don't think I have ever felt this at peace. At least not in a long while.
About a two years ago I began working in Buckingham Palace as a maid. It wasn't necessarily the best job, or one I wanted, but it was good enough. During that time, I was around Princess Margaret more than I thought I would be. I don't think anyone could deny how beautiful she was, or rather still is. I did always have acrush on her, though I denied them for the longgest time seeing as she was a royal, and I was just, well me I suppose. But of course, my eyes were always drawn to her whenever she walked into the room.
Margaret was used to this reaction, and oh how she loved it. Attention is what shethrived off of, but somehow, when she felt my eyes on her, it made her heart beat. Not in the "this woman scares the hell out of me," way, but rather, the way she used to feel around her husband, Tony. It caught her off guard seeing as she hasn't felt that way in quite a while.
It was no secret that she and the Prince's marriage was in complete shambles. He was always off with some woman, while Margaret was alone in her room, drinking the day away. But when she saw me, and had that little feeling, it gave her a reason to leave her room more often. Would she strike up a conversation? No. But she always looked across the room, watching everything I did, until the day she decided to do something about it. Her Lady In Waiting had to resign recently for personal reasons, which provided her with the perfect opportunity.
That week, I was offered the job of Lady in Waiting, and who I was to turn it down. In the beginning, she didn't talk much, or she was rather cold, but with time, she began to warm up. We would make conversation, and she slowly began to trust me. Eventually that trust became a sort of friendship. Though she became a lot more trusting after one night. The Princess and her husband always fought, but this one was rather nasty. So many things were said on his end, and normally the Princess could just make smart remarks back at him, but this time she was unable to. Whether it was the fact that he struck a soft spot, or Margaret had simply given up, nobody knows. I was on my way to her room when he had stormed out.
The door was left open, so I softly knocked on the doorframe. "Are you okay Margaret?" I say softly. She turned around, and that's when I saw her mascara running down her face, and a large red mark across her cheek. She didn't answer, so I walk into the room, close the door, then pull her into a hug. The princess immediately melted into the warm, and familiar embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck as she began to cry into my chest.
As my hold on her tightens, I lead her over to the bed and sat the two of us down. "Here love, lets lay down. How does that sound?" In response she just nods her head and slowly pulls away. I lay on my back and open up my arms for her. She immediately lays on top of me, and clings to my body, while burying her head under my chin into my neck. "It's okay, everything's going to be okay." I whisper softly while wrapping my arms around her, and softly caressing her back.
We stay like that for about an hour before I look to the clock, and realize how late it has gotten. "I should go back soon. It's getting late." Her hold on me tightens before she lifts her head and looks into my eyes with her honey brown eyes. "Please stay. I don't want to be alone....please." She says as her eyes begin to gloss over. "I don't think your sister would appreciate that Margaret. The people around here like to talk, and spread rumors love." I say, knowing if the queen were to find out I could get into trouble for over stepping, and Margaret would most likely get another lecture, which is one of the last things she needs at the moment.
"I don't give a damn what my sister thinks, or hears. Just please, stay." Now how am I supposed to say no to her while she's giving me that look? "Okay...I'll stay." For the first time this evening, she smiles before slowly climbing off of me, instead choosing to curl up against my side, and looking into my eyes. "Thank you, for staying that is. Well, for everything else you've done as well I suppose." Margaret said just above a whisper before she lied her head down on my chest, and wrapped an arm around my waist. "There's no need to thank me." I whisper back, beginning to softly run my hand up and down her back. "I'm always her for you Margo."
With that, a small smile made it's way onto the princesses face as her hold on me tightened. Moving the hand she previously had wrapped around my waist, she then took the hand that was laying on my stomach, and slowly laces our fingers together. Soon after, the two of us fell asleep, and we could both say it was the best we slept in a long time. The princess finally feeling safe in my arms.
This soon became quite a common scene between the two. The Princess and her husband began to fight more over just about anything, and once he'd storm out, I would go in to comfort Margo the same way I did the first night. After one particular argument, I once again went in to comfort her, and though neither of us dared to say anything, we both knew that tonight felt different. I don't remember when exactly I fell in love with Margaret, but I remember the exact moment I realized that I was in fact in love with her. It was that night, sfter the two of us had curled up together on her bed under the covers while Margo talked about what kind of life she would want to have if she weren't a royal.
"Just think, the two of us could get a house somewhere on the coast, away from everyone and we can be who we want to be without worrying about what the public thinks of us." Margo says as she continues to express her dreams. I on the other hand, am still trying to process the fact that she said "we". "It would all be so...perfect." She sighed, finishing her little rant. "You would actually want me to go with you Margo?" She lifts her head off of my shoulder causing my hand to fall out of her hair. "Well of course I'd want you to go." she paused, her looking back and forth between mine. Both of our faces so close to each other that our lips were almost brushing againts one another. "You mean more to me than you think my dear".
For a moment I wasn't sure that I had heard her correctly, but the look in her eye was all I needed to know that what she said was true. But at one point, her eyes were no longer locked on mine, but rather my lips. "You mean everything to me my dear Margo." With that, she slowly started leaning in, soon enough closing the gap between the two of us. I never believed what people said about feeling the spark going off when you kiss someone, but this kiss, this kiss proved me wrong. It took my breath away, and I felt the sparks, hell I felt fireworks. In those moments, it was only the two of us. No Tony, no Royal family, no public. It was us.
Only once we ran out of air did we reluctantly pull apart, instead choosing to close our eyes and press our foreheads together before Margo spoke...
"There's something you gotta know 'Cause I been keeping my feelings deep inside."
She pulled back enough so that we could comfortably look at each other. Her eyes slowly glossing over, but not out of sadness, instead out of fear, but also love.
"Ever since I saw your face My whole world's been changing; I've been rearranging the songs I sing"
It was true. Ever since that first night that I helped her, she began singing different songs. Specifically love songs. In the beginning she wasn't completely aware that she was doing it, but she eventually caught on. That was when she began to realize that she was slowly falling in love with me; her only light within the darkness.
"When I'm loving you I feel like I'm alive For the very first time I'm seeing blue, feeling red When I'm loving you I find it hard to breathe I can't find the words to speak"
Anyone who knows the princess knows that she always has something to say, whether it be good, or bad, but when it came to me? She would find herself stuttering, or losing her train of thought. When I walked into the room the words would be taken right out of her mouth. That night was the night we both said "I love you" for the first time. It's funny in a way. Once the two of us said it, it was almost as if we couldn't stop. Every chance we'd get, we would be sharing quiet litte I love you's, either with words, or simply with the looks we would give each other.
To this day, her breath still gets taken away the moment she sees the woman she loves. And now, here we are, tangled in the sheets of some fancy hotel on the coast of California holding each other as if the other would fade away.
Slowly getting out of my own thoughts, I look down just to find Margo looking back up at me with those beautifully warm brown eyes that, at the moment, hold nothing but love. "What were you thinking about my dear?" She asks gently. "You seemed quite lost in thought." Her hold on me tightening. "I was just thinking about how much I love you my dear Margo." It isn't very often that you see Margaret blush, but every time I would call her "My dear Margo" her cheeks would always become a deeper shade of red.
"I love you too my dear. More than you could ever know." With that she brought our lips together for a kiss that showed just how much love for each other we had. If soulmates were real, then there is no doubt that she is mine, and I am hers. She pulled away so that our lips were barely touching, and whispered
"I used to see in shades of grey But then color came through the second I saw you And now here we are skin to skin I never thought we would..."
...but we took that chance. I love you." With that final declaration, I whispered an "I love you" back to her, then reconnected our lips. She is my dear Margo, and I am her light.