For the next few weeks, Awsten and Margaret would sneak away outside. Awsten continues to bring her a single rose every night, each of them filling up the vase in Margaret's room.
The two have fun in the morning when Margaret is cleaning. He follows her around, stealing kisses. He makes her forget how to breathe, something she's pretty sure she needs to do her job.
Sometimes, they'll wind up falling asleep while they're stargazing. That usually ends with Margaret being teased relentlessly by her friends when she finally gets back to the quarters.
Today, Awsten is taking her out on a boat ride through the river on the property. He pulls her along, kissing her before they get onto the small boat.
"Anna," He begins, sitting down and reaching for her hands. "I want to, uh." He pulls one of his hands back to run it through his brown hair. "I find myself falling more and more for you every day. I admire the way you work so hard. I love it when you do that thing with your eyebrows when you are confused. I love it when you read to me because you do slightly different voices for each character and it makes me laugh," he rambles. "I like you, Anna, I truly do. I never feel like I fit in with anyone, but you help me think I can be me."
Margaret pulls him in for a kiss. It's as if he melts against her. His hands rest on either side of the boat until he moves them to her hips. She pulls away, letting out a sigh.
"Awsten, you are marvelous in every sense of the word," she mumbles. "I despise you for making me feel this way, you know. You're so much different than I ever imagined."
"I hope that's a good thing."
She lifts his face up to look at her. "It's a very good thing."
Awsten feels almost guilty when he kisses her. He doesn't deserve any of this. She doesn't deserve him. She's too good. Yet, she kisses him and compliments him and listens to him. It threw him off to see her act this way. He didn't expect it.
Awsten goes back to his room later that night after dropping Anna off. He feels different. His father is waiting for him in Awsten's room.
"Did you do everything you were supposed to today?" Roscoe asks, his eyes on the boy.
"Yes, Father," he replies.
"Excellent. Keep up the good work."
Awsten nods, watching his father walk out of the room. He can't escape his duties as future king. Ever.
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Fanfiction[ COMPLETED ] "Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife." IN WHICH a princess has to runaway. or... IN WHICH awsten falls in love with a servant.
