Margot is the daughter of Supreme Court Judge George MacQuoid. halfway through her Law degree, Margot is called back home by her father and then introduced to her future husband, Crown Prince Troy Warren. Whilst their fathers chuckle at the imminent...
Margot slumped into her bed and curled herself into a foetal position. She was wet from the rain and the water dripped from her clothes, drenching the sheets beneath her.
John's words constantly replayed in her head and she recalled all the times she would shut down Troy or snap at him. She asked herself if she would have been better if Troy did not do what he usually did and she frowned when her heart rejected such a situation.
Had she really taken their relationship for granted? If she did, and if Troy really did feel that way, how was she ever going to mend their relationship?
Margot started to tear up. She held herself tighter as her sobs wracked through her.
~ Margot got up early the next morning and made her way to the Kitchen. She busied herself making breakfast for Troy. Whilst she still worked on gaining access to the man, she secretly instructed Staff to deliver meals to the man.
John who had been in charge of Troy noticed that the man's appetite had suddenly increased one day.
He would normally reject food brought from the palace but one morning, he actually finished all the food brought.
John smiled in satisfaction not knowing his current sworn enemy was the one who had lifted his liege's appetite.
Margot was now stood baking some almond croissants to get delivered to Troy for lunch.
"Won't you go see him?" a gentle voice asked from behind Margot.
"His guard dog of a secretary won't let me" Margot replied calmly as she kneaded her dough.
"What if I help?" the older woman said and Margot stilled.
She then continued to knead her dough. "I'll appreciate it" Margot said as she picked up a slicer to divide her dough into parts.
"Do you love him?" Bess asked Margot and Margot flinched.
"At this point...I am unsure as to what love is...I feel I've been stringing the man along knowing fully well I cannot give what he wants. What if I was acting on my loneliness? What if I just started all this because he was the one available at the time? Many times I think to myself to let him go so he can be happy elsewhere but then my heart pinches me deep inside and I feel like throwing up at the thought of him with some other woman. I am jealous, yes, but what if I'm just angry my favourite toy will be taken away from me? How do I know this is love? He's ill and I am worried. I fear I may lose him...both in death and in love. But how do I know this is love?" Margot had started breaking down at this point and her tears flowed.
"I really want to see him...I really really do. I miss him. I want to apologise and make things right. But this feeling..How do I know if it's love?" Margot said as her voice began cracking. "I could not see his pain and suffering even as he stood right in front of me. Even as we shared the same bed but I claim to love him. I could not see how he was hurting all this time but I claim to love him. So I would really appreciate if someone could please look into my head and heart and tell me if this is love. How do I know this pain and nagging feeling in my chest is love?? How do I- How do I tell that the happiness I feel when I'm with him is love? What if I'm just happy to have some company, and to have someone warm my bed? How do I know all this is love?" Margot said as she hit the dough one last time and then fell to the ground sobbing.
Her shoulders rose and fell as she cried and Bess sighed. The older woman navigated her wheelchair to Margot.
She placed a thing hand on Margot's shoulder.
"Child...what do you think love is?" Bess asked and Margot looked at her with red eyes and a tear stricken face.
Margot had no answers. "Did you ever witness a couple in love?" Bess asked and Margot thought a bit before nodding.
"You brothers and their partners....Did they have fights and stumbling blocks..." Bess asked and Margot nodded.
"Love is not smooth sailing. No one gets into it knowing how to handle it all. It's not rainbows and flowers. My husband and I had a very hard time understanding each other at first. I needed communication and I was an overthinker. He was more reserved and rarely spoke his mind, or heart. We almost separated because of that. But he pushed and we communicated. You're two separate individuals who need to work together to make the relationship blossom. You cannot always read what is in the other's heart or mind, although you still have to be mindful and perceptive towards your partner. He's made his mistakes...You've made your mistakes. Communicate...apologise...and conquer together. Conquer your problems...don't let your problems conquer you." Bess said warmly and Margot sniffled.
Bess chuckled. "No one has the answers to it all but I've given some advice based on my experience. You two should work together to figure your relationship out. Know yourselves and work on that..." Bess sad calmly.
"What if he's given up on me? What if he's had enough?" Margot cried and Bess shook her head.
"It's better for you to try than to brood over the 'what ifs?'" Bess said sternly and Margot nodded.
"I'll leave you to it now...think it through" Bess said before navigating her wheelchair out the building.
Margot was left alone in the large kitchen. She continued to knead her dough and she went through her thoughts in a more organised manner.
A/N:
I'm going to bed now...This chapter is really short because my brain has started to doze off already (┬┬﹏┬┬). Also if someone can please answer the title of this chapter, I'll really appreciate it （￣。。￣）Who knows...your comment might get featured as one of our character's dialogue in future chapters. 🙂
Hope you all enjoyed the chapters released today....Thank you once again for reading and supporting my work. I appreciate you all xx
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