HBC One Shots

An unusual weekend (Princess Margaret X Reader)

Background:
- We are around 1975. (circa the end of the 3rd season of The Crown). Princess Margaret is 45 years old, her marriage is in shambles so she runs from party to party.
- Y/n Lewis is 28 years old. She comes from a quite influential family (her father being a politician and her mom is an investor - mainly in real estate) - who have some connections with The Royal Family.
- They live in Knightsbridge (one of the poshest neighbourhood in Londod). Y/n has graduated Oxford in Economics and Management and after working in an office for some time, she started to follow her mother's footsteps - she started investing in some small startup companies and her mom helped her investing in real estate. Nowadays she is quite busy.

Let's get on with the story!
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Y/n's POV

As I wanted to turn around in my bad, something blocked my action. I felt someone gripping my upper body, pulling towards themselves. Then they started to move around, caressing my tummy and leaned to my ear.

"Good Morning Ms. Lewis" they started to pepper my neck with kisses. Oh I definitely got to my senses, as only one person could make me all giddy with these light movements and simple words.

"Good Morning Princess Margaret"

•Throwback to 2 days before HRH's birthday•

I was waiting for a taxi in front of our house. It was a rainy summer day in London and I was already tired. My sleeping schedule had became a mess. Meeting after meeting, one was more boring than the other. Then the papers, from contracts to papers that include confidential informations about the investments laying all around on my desk, either waiting for my signature or to be posted. You could hardly put down a coffee mug on the piece of furniture by now.

Not to forget the social events held by posh aristocrats, who cling onto their title with their facades, such as these parties. Since my father, William Lewis is a politician and I long got into the age where I could go to these events myself, I had to hold up our reputation in the cream of our society by attending. Don't get me wrong, I usually went with a friend or made acquaintances there, I just didn't see what the whole point of it was. My attendance was always for my parents' sake.

Anyways, I caught a taxi and now I was sitting in an cafe that was decorated with such elegance, I was just in awe. The meeting went great, I got my part of the contract and went home. As I got home, no one was at the house besides the maids whom I loved dearly. "Good morning Mrs. Green!" she jumped a bit at my sudden and rather quiet entrance "Oh, Good Morning y/n!" she smiled at me and we went to our separate ways. As I got to the top of the staircase, almost reaching my room, the telephone rang downstairs.

"Coming!" I ran downstairs as much as I could run in my high heels. "Lewis household, y/n Lewis speaking" I stated "I can recognise my best friend's voice, thank you very much" said my childhood best friend, Gwen. I haven't talked to her in a while. After 30 minutes of sharing what's going on with us and sharing secrets that we promised we would never tell anyone (if you tell only to your best friend a secret, that never counts!) "Y/n would you like to come to Glen this weekend? Clive and I got invited for the whole weekend. I think Lady Anne will be there, probably throwing the party" I had nothing to do for this weekend so I agreed to go. Why not? Relaxation and partying is just what I need right now.

At dinner I told my parents where I will be, I'm an adult yes and they never questioned where I was, but still I felt like I should tell them. They appreciated that I told them my plans. After dinner we talked about how our days went with a glass of wine in hand. I loved my parents dearly. Hopefully someday I will find someone who loves me at least half as much as they do each other. After all these years, my father still treats my mother like a goddess. After our chat we all went upstairs to our room. Both of them wished me goodnight and kissed my forehead. Swear, I will always be their little y/n, as I was decades ago.