HBC + character One Shots!

- Princess Margaret | All at once p2 (small NSFW)

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Here we are Pollygraysgirl hope yah like it! ; )

Let's get into it!
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- "Then what are you interested in Ms Thatcher?"

It was my turn to raise my eyebrows. I hadn't thought about what I was interested in, I just knew what I wasn't interested in...

"I haven't given it much thought, your highness-"

Her hand in the air silenced me, the words in my throat died down quickly.

"As much as I enjoy the title, Ma'am will do just fine. Do continue."

Right.. (RoIgHt)

"Well, ma'am, as I said, I haven't given it much thought. Although I know none of those things really spark my interest."

Her face didn't move, she still looked at me with that 'I'm better than you' look. Of course I was used to it by now, having spent so much time at these parties.

"I think you're lost, you don't belong in situations like these. To be frank with you, I don't think you've ever been completely found."

The words came out as needles, though she was right of course, but it still it hurt. How did she know all that from only a few minutes of spending time with me? Was it that obvious?

"I-I think I know myself rather well actually ma'am, though you are right about not belonging here."

She hummed as she sat down in one of the couches, a graceful action that ended with her legs crossed. So elegant... focus! Gosh..

I stood awkwardly by the door, wondering if this was her way of dismissing me or if she wanted something else.

(I sure hope she wants something else 💀🤚)

Her face showed no sign of acknowledging my presence, but she soon began to speak again, helping me with my choice of leaving or not.

"Sit."

(Whatever you want mamah...)

It was a very forward command, not very nice, but she didn't have to be, I was just a simple house guest. I nodded my head and sat down at the couch in front of her. The realization hit me as soon as I felt that expensive fabric sit the back of my legs. My legs fumbled a little because I couldn't find a good way to sit that felt like I wasn't flashing the Princess... Damn that short dress..

Her stone cold facade broke a little bit as a corner of her lip unintentionally turned upwards. Her prying eyes made my cheeks redden, the fluster being very obvious.

"Why are you here?"

The question came out as more accusing than anything, it shocked me how she could ask that when she knew the answer. I felt the need to answer her, so I gave her the obvious answer.

"Because your sister, the queen, invited my family to this party, since I'm now 18, it was no less than my duty to attend."

Her eyes looked knowingly into mine.

"I meant in this room Ms Thatcher."

I was taken a back.. what was I doing here? The humid-ness of the party? Lack of dismissal?

"I-I'm not entirely sure your h-.. Ma'am. Originally I left the party for some air and here is where I first found it. However, my presence here now is all thanks to you."

She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at my remark. Not only did she catch my almost-mistake, but she also caught me thanking her for letting me stay.